I gotta say that the deep-fried turkey is really the way to go. I had a very nice Thanksgiving with my family at my cousin’s house down near Atlantic City. It rained for most of it, although I did get to throw the football around with some of my nephews and one of my brothers. My mom is still the master of the pie crust and she is still keeping the recipe secret. I hope everyone had a good day. I’m glad to be home and safe from all the drunk drivers. I hate driving home on Thanksgiving night, and the rain didn’t make it any less stressful. Time to slap in a movie, have a nightcap, and go to bed.
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Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly. He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
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Can anyone name three good players that have ever worn a Detroit Lions uniform? One good quarterback? What is wrong with that organization? My theory is that men cannot compete effectively while wearing powder blue.
I gotta say that a vegetarian Thanksgiving is the way to go and professional football is as passe as gladiator battles at the Roman Colosseum. Spectator sports are to participatory sports like Main Stream Media is to the blogosphere.
I hate to tell you but, like it or not, football is not passe. It is wildly popular, unlike the MSM, passe, de classe, or any ole way. The same goes for Nascar. I’ll bet more people ate deep-fried turkey, than vegetarian meals today. You’re not wrong, but either are they.
I guess I’m a centrist. I ate turkey, but didn’t watch football.
The Lions suck so bad Canada is complaining that all its beer is flowing into the Detroit River.
Barry Sanders, for one…
I don’t know, powder blue seems to be treating the Chargers pretty well these days…
my football teams in the football pool by who had the best uniforms in this girls eye. The horrible thing is that sometimes I won.
and did far better than I did after I actually learned about the game. I guess sometimes ignorance is bliss.
Only 24 instead of 25 at my sister’s — youngest niece decided to go to her boyfriend’s folks instead of joining us. 🙁 And oldest greatniece turned 13 this week — I’m not f-ing OLD ENOUGH to have a teenaged GREAT-NIECE!!! Well, technically I am, since her mom is only 9 years younger than me…but I definitely feel old tonight…
Got all three picks right for today’s games at least…didn’t watch any of them (in transit during the first one, at my sister’s during the second, and didn’t have f-ing NFL Network to watch the third)…
Hope your teams kicked! I have a seventeen year old daughter and I did not have her in my teens so I’m feeling sort of old too. We had her boyfriend over here and his mother. I give my approval for them to breed as his mother whupped me evil in Cranium. We’re fairly sharp around here but when you can spell potpourri backwards without taking a breath I curtsey.
Very relaxing day INDOORS. I’m in DC visiting friends, and we tried to take a walk, but the moisture and temperature was bone-chilling.
Here’s to great food cooked with love and not overeating!!!
A first for me.
I’m sitting in the kitchen here, taking a break from kitchen cleaning and steaming the windows sparkling with the fumes pouring forth from my nose, eyes, ears….yeah, Happy Fucking Thanksgiving. My husband is talking to his sister the Lt. Col in the Air Farce wife and he is in our bedroom now because I can’t believe how the stupid bitch is so worried about Bush and already things are now the Democrats fault. My take from across the room was that now that the Dems are in power we are in big trouble in Iraq and it’s going to turn into a horrible mess. I just fuckin freaked and lost my mind. The fuckin rent a General Fly Boys in the Air Farce and their rented fuckin wives just suck, okay? They suck, they really really suck! I don’t think there’s enough room on this globe for the DNA in this family to safely inhabit it right now. Happy Fucking Thanksgiving everyone. After I’m done with dishes I’m doing a shot of tequila, maybe two, fucking inlaws!
Tracy, For what it is worth here is a cyber hug. Hang in there, girl.
{{{{{TRACY}}}}} — that’s all I got right now, sorry…
With the morning light comes blessed morning light. I can’t do anything about my inlaws or for them and I am marked by the reality of what I have witnessed as an Army spouse and your standard empathetic person. Soldiers in the Army branch have come home, refused to touch their own children after seeing peices of a child laying in the streets and they stare at the wall all day. My brother and sister inlaw tend to be very competitive people and to them this is a football game. That won’t change until he’s shot out of the sky and comes home missing legs, and that’s not likely to happen.
Just wanted to point out for anyone who’s interested, that I’ve got a partial transcript of a recent talk by Bishop Gene Robinson on “Justice and the Common Good” here.
If and when your mother ever gives the recipe up, I’d sure like to know it. I love a good crust!
And while I’ve never had it – I hear deep fried Turkey is DA BEST!
one of the best pie crust recipes in the world is actually the one from the back of the crisco can. This is from a long time baker.
And it was awesome. It just completely falls apart in your mouth and has a lovely caramelized taste on every morsel. What’s more, you don’t have to carve the turkey at all since it collapses in the pan — you just break it apart.
A friend of mine cooked it using her mom’s recipe. My scientist husband explained to the guests why we weren’t all about to come down with a horrible case of food poisoning.
For more on why you won’t die from eating cooked-all-night-long turkey and why its tastes so goddam good, read On Food and Cooking: Science and Lore in the Kitchen by Harold McGee.
I’m going to give this to my science/food oriented husband and I bet I’ll be having this turkey for Xmas.
Have fun Militarytracy!
The book also gives key insights into the ultra-scientific pastry making process – which may help Booman decode his mom’s recipe. (That said, my unscientific mother-in-law puts an egg yolk in her’s and its scrumptious.)
One more word about the McGee book — there aren’t any recipes. But you can just look the recipes up online; its the concept of preparation that counts.
My ealier cafe comment:
Hi all. I hope that your respective meals were good. My Thanksgiving pretty much sucked. Madame boran’s relatives are snobs, the food was not great and we sat in traffic to and from Brooklyn, besides getting lost. And the heavy rain didn’t stop. I came home hungry and snacked. Upon arriving home, We immediately threw out the turkey that our host insisted that we take with us. At least the boran2 boy seemed to enjoy it.
That does pretty much suck. There’s nothing worse than being stuck with a bunch of people you can’t stand to be around. Well, I guess it could be worse when the food sucks too. Oh…wait…Damn
Heh. I hope that yours was good.
One of the best ever B2. Nice, quiet, stressfree…perfect. Except the youngest, Allie, wasn’t here. I missed her pretty bad. But the food came out good despite my decade long absense from cooking turkey :o) I still have it. Don’t tell anyone around here, but men are definetily better cooks than women. And cleaner too LOL That’s just between you and me though!
After the meal I was talking to my sister-in-law about the fact that my brother, brother-in-law and a male friend of the family (all of whom are GREAT cooks) were in the kitchen cleaning up. I told her that we have definitely lived to see some wonderful changes. Especially as I watched my dad, who sat in front of the TV for all the preparation AND clean-up, never contributing a thing and not the least bit worried about that. I just LOVE this generation of men for their comfort in the kitchen (among other things of course).
A confession,
me and my belly :o) layed on the couch while my Uncle cleaned up the kitchen! Me though, I’ve always loved to cook since I was a kid. For years I baked all the b-day cakes for the kids. When I was taking care of them by myself though, it got to be a chore…maintenance cooking. At least for a while until I was able to figure out my own time and money saving little recipes. That made it a little less boring. It’s amazing all the things you can do with hamburger :o)
I went to my sister’s as usual. My beloved nephews were there as well as some old friends of my sis and her husband and after dinner we got to talking about marijuana for some reason, I think because said old friend was joking that my BIL had turned him on in high school. I said that the green stuff was substantially more powerful than in the ’60’s and that the last time I tried it (recently)I had to lie down on the couch for a few hours. Hoo-boy did that cause some interesting conversation! Funny but I didn’t feel like overeating this time and wasn’t a bit bored! Then I went to a new friend’s place and ate a bit more and met some truly interesting people who told incredibly hilarious stories. Then to the co-op house around the corner and got involved in a singalong with some very young people playing very old songs on guitars and banjo-how did they learn about Bessie Smith? The age of ipods has knocked down many of the barricades between eras of music and I find more people whose knowledge about music is extremely broad. We sang Irene, Goodnight (and they knew all the verses) and I walked home.