My
family
has sent me their usual less-than-serious greeting card.
The message read:
"On Thanksgiving Remember,
It's important that we live life to the fullest! We can work on "thinnest"
some other time. It was signed by Matt, Teri, Amanda, Scott, Jon,
Jori, Shane, Connor, and Daniel.
I was
tempted to splurge and buy a $3.00 card containing "the Terrifically Thriling
Trite Thanksgiving Table Manners Guide."
Specifically, it suggests:
Matt will
arrive about noon and immediately call the Buterball Turkey Talk-Line in
Downers Grove, Illinois--just to chat. He'll probably ask one of
the home economists whether she agrees with David Letterman's Top 10 NYC
Thanksgiving Traditions: #3 Family gathering
at table, hold hands, and recite the Miranda warning. Herbert
Hoover swept into the White House with promises of prosperity saying there
will be "a chicken in every pot and a car in every garage." Jonathan
and Jori, my Scarsdale foodies, will sweep into our "white House" with
an assortment of goodies from Zabar's...and a "Jerry Seinfeld" open roast
beef sandwich, topped with tomatoes and melted American cheese from the
Stage Deli. They'll carry a copy of "The Food Lover's Book of Lists"
which contains a recipe for Turkey Remnant. This less than "chic" recipe
tells us what to do with turkey after the holiday, and how to extract the
most value from it.
TAKE THE REMNANTS,
OR, IF THEY HAVE BEEN
CONSUMED,
TAKE THE VARIOUS PLATES
ON WHICH THE TURKEY
OR ITS PARTS HAVE
RESTED AND
STEW THEM FOR TWO
HOURS IN MILK OF MAGNESIA.
STUFF WITH MOTHBALLS.
Dan, 36, will fly in from Denver, enter our Norman Rockwell/Ozzie and Harriet-type kitchen and within a matter of minutes begin acting out lines from Woody Allen's film, "The Front":
She: | "I'm from Connecticut." |
He: | "Oh, very fancy." |
She: | "Yes, I'm from a very proper famly. The kind of family where the worst thing you could do was talk too loud." |
He: | "The worst thing you could do in my family was to buy retail." |
Teri
tried
out a new recipe this Thanksgiving:
Susie Townsend's "Ex-Husband's
Sesame Broccoli Pasta Salad, Significantly Improved."
One member of "di mshpokhe" (the family)--who shall remain nameless--will ask whether the holiday meal contains no preservatives, no artificial flavor, no sodium, no "tsuker", no caffeine, no artificial color, and no cholesterol. How about a "no taste" menu?
Unfortunately, Grandma Gottlieb, who passed away this year, cannot supply her "geshmak" (tasty) brisket and Uneeda Biscuit stuffing. We'll miss her opening the oven door every 15 minutes to check the turkey. Grandpa will yell, "It's a wonder the poor Butterball gets cooked at all."
We're finally all seated at the dining room table and my husband, Howard, repeats a Leverett Lyon prayer:
We
thank
Thee, Lord, for giving us Thy gift of bread and meat.
We thank
Thee too--a little more-- That we are here to eat!
Have
a very Happy Thanksgiving.
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