Thanksgiving

I won't bore you with details of the chewy organic Dietsel turkey. Suffice it to say there is a picked clean carcass simmering in a soup pot.

The bird did however take much longer to bake than expected. At the appointed dinner hour and without setting the table, we served tasting plates of brussel sprout hash. Which should have been the plan from the beginning since inspite of wrinkled noses and a couple of brussel sprout virgins everyone hungrily agreed to try it.

With a scraped clean plate one of the virgins excused himself for a cigarette

Half an hour later, I set up a buffet of sweet potato galette and extra stuffing straight from the oven and quickly got out of the way. The turkey was taking its perfect slow time.

By the time the beast was finally brown and rested the suggestion of setting the table was as popular as our current administration and we had our third course of mashed potatoes, gravy, more stuffing and turkey on our original tiny plates.

"We should do it this way every year," the cute guy said. There were full mouthed murmurs of agreement.

"Are there more brussel spouts?" the smoker asked.

"On the counter," I replied. I did not raise my fist and shout a sweet yes of success. But I wanted to.