I couldn’t let Thanksgiving go by without sharing what happened to me today. So, hope you stop by, and if you’re having a bad shopping day, after you read this it might not seen so terrible.
I was coming out of a major Super -Saver store (which shall remain nameless), pushing a basket full of heavy groceries including a turkey and a ham, into the wind, which was really fierce today. On the bottom of the basket was a 24 roll packet of toilet tissue, ( you know they never sack those things). Just after I get through the automatic doors my basket hits a bump and the toilet tissue goes flying down the street. Cars were on either side of me waiting for me to cross over to the parking lot. So, I let go of my basket and started running toward the toilet tissue and as I did, my basket took off rolling between cars, so I had to go running after it and caught it just before it slammed into a car.Turning the basket around I start wheeling it back to the tissue. Suddenly it hit me how ridiculous the whole thing was, Red Skelton at his best. So, I started laughing so hard, now mind you my hair is blowing like crazy and I am bent over laughing and I can’t stop. Finally someone tapped his horn, impatient because I hadn’t yet picked up you know what. Finally, I got it all together. The sad thing was, I was the only one that thought it was funny.
I’ve figured out why the pilgrims set aside three days to celebrate the first Thanksgiving. No one knew when the turkeys would be done. Not even the Indians knew when to show up.
Cooks everywhere have this turkey problem unless they are having a particularly good Thanksgiving year. You know the one when there are no lumps in the gravy, the dressing doesn’t dry out, somebody remembers to put the cranberry sauce on the table and your cousin twice removed doesn’t show up.
But other years turkeys have the upper hand. I don’t care how many calls you make to the Butterball hotline, bury it three-feet deep in hot coals, deep fry it, or hide it in a baking bag, this old bird won’t turn into a golden gobbler until it’s good and ready. Even Paula Dean, who everyone knows stuffs hers with a pound of butter, can’t guarantee when the turkey will be ready to come out of the oven.
Some cooks forget to turn the oven on after they slid the turkey in. Others forget to remove the frozen neck and giblets. Either way, these cooks probably shouldn’t waste their time signing up for culinary school.
Frustrated cook s try to work out a fool proof system for gauging the cooking time. Like subtracting the suggested baking time per pound from the price of the turkey or adjusting the oven temperature to the length of the turkey. Either way, the results are pretty well the same.
Could be something that sticks in their craws that makes them so ornery. Turkeys are known to carry a grudge and hate having their heads chopped off. I”ve seen a 25-pound turkey cook in two hours and dry out before the Tulsa relatives get out of the city limits. I’ve seen a 12-pounder cook for fourteen hours and still look like ham on the inside when you finally carve it.
Even if your turkey happens to turn out perfect and on time, these barnyard wonders don’t give up. Turkey leftovers hang around forever – or at least two weeks. I’ve seen cooks hide the leftovers in casseroles, breads, desserts and souffles. Some even use the dark meat to half-sole their house slippers.
The trick is not to get discouraged if your Thanksgiving meal doesn’t work out too well. Christmas is just around the corner and you can have another run at it.
Hello, I have decided to visit with you more often, for one thing I need to keep you in the social flow. But before I go there I want to pass on to you the most incredible animal story I have ever read. It is about a 20 minute read and I guarantee you will not be able to read it without crying. I tried it on four people, men and women and they all cried.
The book is “Nubs The True Story of a Mutt, a Marine & a Miracle by Major Brian Dennis, Kirby Larson and Mary Nethery. It is published by Little, Brown and Company and sells for $17.99. Beautifully illustrated the book tells of an incredible dog who lived in a pack in the midst of the Iraqi war, who was befriended by a Marine Major who gave him both medical and loving care. The two bonded until duty relocated the Marines 70 miles away. Injured, half starving this little dog made his way across 70 miles of desert to find the battalion and thus began an amazing series of events that finally brought him to the states. Please let me know if this one doesn’t bring you to tears.
Update on fundraisers: Wine Through Time benefit at the Edmond Historical Society & Museum., Nov. 12 from 6 to 8:30 p.m. The museum is locaed at 431 S. Boulevard. Tickets are $50 per person. For more information call 340-0078.
Evening of Jazz in the Jungle benefit for the Lupus Foundation of America, OK Chapter. Oklahoma City Zoo, Canopy Restaurant, Nov. 14, 7:00 p.m. Buffet dinner, live and silent auctions and music by Resident Funk. Cost is $50 per person. For more information call 427-8787.
Daron Ross, Robert Pritchard, public relations adviser to the agency, Laura Walker, Rose Russo, David Tarpenning, advertising adviser to the agency and Lance Morales.
An Open House and viewing of the new Lindsey+Asp advertising and public relations agency in the Gaylord College of Journalism and Mass Communications, drew a number of visitors. Students and professors gave guests tours of the new agency on the second floor. A light lunch was then served in the InAsMuch Foundation Commons Area on the first floor. Guests were picked up from parking lots and transported by vans to and from Gaylord Hall.
Joe Foote is the dean of the Gaylord College of Journalism and Mass Communication.
Don and Sandra Bobzien, Renzi Stone, Debbie Youst and Joe Foote.