THANKSGIVING MEMORIES: LET'S SHARE!

RE
RE Member Posts: 4,591 Member
edited March 2014 in Breast Cancer #1
Okay here's the deal, lets all share a Thanksgiving memory that we hold dear. I posted this last year, however since there are many new folks here I shall repeat it...here goes.

A couple of years back we all decided to gather in the desert for Thanksgiving at my sister in-laws house in honor of her (she had passed several weeks earlier). We decided none of us wanted to cook so we pre ordered our dinner from Safeway, sounds easy right? Well, we weren't in a hurry to eat so we put off picking it up until 3:00 Thanksgiving day just before they closed (I know I can hear you shouting "Are You Nuts", perhaps . Any who, we picked up our meal hungry and excited to get home and eat it. When we walked in the house the guys had lovingly set the table (or perhaps they did it because they wanted to eat right away) seeing this we decided to serve it up. We figured we would have to reheat a few things so we got right to it, ha guess what.....EVERYTHING was frozen! Yup, you read right FROZEN SOLID! Oh my we now had to figure out what was the fastest way to thaw mashed potatoes, stuffing, pumpkin pie, an entire turkey and green bean salad with just one medium microwave. I boiled water and we had dishes of hot water with floating potatoes, pies, stuffing etc inside.

Now, let me defer from that for a moment because the Thanksgiving fun did not end there. My sister in-law raised miniature pinchers and had a kennel in the back yard. Well, it was time to feed the little guys and to our horror one of them shot out of the kennel like a rocket. Suddenly every adult was in the yard cooing and calling this tiny dog and he was having none of it, off he ran through the fence. To explain the difficulty here she lives in the desert with wide open spaces filled with tumble weeds and coyotes beyond her gates. My niece is out the gate in her stocking feet keeping an eye on where he goes and the guys are on quads trying to herd him back home, trust me these are not cowboys! Finally the little guy returns to the confines of the property and once again they are perplexed on how to get him back in his cage. My husband and his brother go back to their kid rabbit catching days and put some meat in his cage and attach a string to the cage door, once he went for the meat WHAM they yanked on a fishing pole they had attached to the gate handle, the door was shut and he was safe once again. Poor little thing was exhausted, he got a bit more treats that night and a pedicure to ensure he had not hurt his paws.

Okay, back to the frozen meal. As I read the instructions on how to prepare this meal I discovered although it was cooked it still required an hour in the oven to complete the process AHHHHH! Mind you this all started at 3:00, we finally sat down to dinner at 8:00. Don't worry we didn't miss our dessert; we just ate it first and had the main course last.

All this said I am thankful for my faith, family (extra thankful for the 3 grand children) and friends. I am thankful for my health, a roof over my head, I am thankful for all of you here who so freely show how much you care. And of course I am tremendously thankful for my husband who has never wavered in his love and support of his rather goofy wife.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING
TO EACH OF YOU!
HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT ONE!


♥ RE ♥

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  • tjhay
    tjhay Member Posts: 655
    #2
    Wow What a Story
    Well I have to go way back for a Thanksgiving Story that was a little different.

    I grew up in a Cuban family and we had black beans and rice, turkey and so forth every holiday. When I was 6 it was my mothers turn to perpare the feast. Now needless to say she was in a panic, my grandmother had trusted her white southern daughter-in-law to fix the beans. (all of my grandmas children were hoping that grandma would bring a back up batch of beans)
    Any way all the kids were to eat in the kitchen, and the adults in the dinning room, all the food was layed out nicely on the counter seperating dining room from the kitchen and all us kids were waiting for someone to fix the plates so we could eat. My brother Joe was sat in one of 3 high chairs which was besides the food counter, while the other babies were rounded up and the adults took their time getting to the dining room Joey decided that it was time to eat, and as we children (8 and under) watched as Joey stoot up in the highchair and climed on to the counter and headed stright for the beans. Joey was not very good with spoons yet and needless to say serving spoons were way beyond him. In a matter of minuets the walls were painted with black beans, all of the food on the counter was covered in beans, as were most of us children. Litttle Joe made quite the mess.
    Our dinner that day had essence of black beans, and from what we could tell the beans were quite good. Mom got 4 more years to pratice making black beans.
    I am thankful that i am able to be here to share this story that my brother would rather everyone forgot. I hope that you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving, that your loved ones are gathered around you, and that all the food is ready at the same time
    tj
  • fauxma
    fauxma Member Posts: 3,577 Member
    #3
    tjhay said:

    Wow What a Story
    Well I have to go way back for a Thanksgiving Story that was a little different.

    I grew up in a Cuban family and we had black beans and rice, turkey and so forth every holiday. When I was 6 it was my mothers turn to perpare the feast. Now needless to say she was in a panic, my grandmother had trusted her white southern daughter-in-law to fix the beans. (all of my grandmas children were hoping that grandma would bring a back up batch of beans)
    Any way all the kids were to eat in the kitchen, and the adults in the dinning room, all the food was layed out nicely on the counter seperating dining room from the kitchen and all us kids were waiting for someone to fix the plates so we could eat. My brother Joe was sat in one of 3 high chairs which was besides the food counter, while the other babies were rounded up and the adults took their time getting to the dining room Joey decided that it was time to eat, and as we children (8 and under) watched as Joey stoot up in the highchair and climed on to the counter and headed stright for the beans. Joey was not very good with spoons yet and needless to say serving spoons were way beyond him. In a matter of minuets the walls were painted with black beans, all of the food on the counter was covered in beans, as were most of us children. Litttle Joe made quite the mess.
    Our dinner that day had essence of black beans, and from what we could tell the beans were quite good. Mom got 4 more years to pratice making black beans.
    I am thankful that i am able to be here to share this story that my brother would rather everyone forgot. I hope that you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving, that your loved ones are gathered around you, and that all the food is ready at the same time
    tj

    TJ and RE Great Stories.
    TJ and RE Great Stories. Here is mine. I must have been around 7 and we lived in San Francisco. My mom and dad were preparing some of the Thanksgiving meal the night before. My dad always made the stuffing and it was always excellent. It was late and dark out and raining. It wasjust before our bedtime and dad was getting ready to prepare his stuffing for the next day when the electricity went out. My parents owned one pathetic flashlight and had only a few candles and no fireplace. My brother was 8 and my sister was 5 and none of us wanted to go to the back of the dark house so mom and dad had us all sitting around the kitchen table and while mom held the flashlight and we sat at the table by candlelight, dad put together his stuffing. He added the spices and celery and apples and whatever else he usually put in. It wasn't easy to see what he was doing. All the while he is telling us funny stories because we are all scared of the dark and imagining monsters in every shadow. When he was done we all grabbed hands and went into the living room. Mom got blankets from all the beds and we all settled in. I don't know when the electricity came back on but it was on the next morning. That afternoon Grandma and Grandpa Wright, Great Grandpa Wright, and my aunt and uncle and all the rest of the family arrived. When dinner was served everyone said that the stuffing was the best they had ever tasted. It really was. When they asked Dad what he did different this year he told them He was totally in the dark as to what made it so good. And we all laughed.
    And let me ask you ladies that are 50 or older didn't the turkey seem to take so much longer to cook. I can remember mom putting it in the oven in the morning and it wasn't ready until late afternoon.
    Stef
  • RE
    RE Member Posts: 4,591 Member
    #4
    fauxma said:

    TJ and RE Great Stories.
    TJ and RE Great Stories. Here is mine. I must have been around 7 and we lived in San Francisco. My mom and dad were preparing some of the Thanksgiving meal the night before. My dad always made the stuffing and it was always excellent. It was late and dark out and raining. It wasjust before our bedtime and dad was getting ready to prepare his stuffing for the next day when the electricity went out. My parents owned one pathetic flashlight and had only a few candles and no fireplace. My brother was 8 and my sister was 5 and none of us wanted to go to the back of the dark house so mom and dad had us all sitting around the kitchen table and while mom held the flashlight and we sat at the table by candlelight, dad put together his stuffing. He added the spices and celery and apples and whatever else he usually put in. It wasn't easy to see what he was doing. All the while he is telling us funny stories because we are all scared of the dark and imagining monsters in every shadow. When he was done we all grabbed hands and went into the living room. Mom got blankets from all the beds and we all settled in. I don't know when the electricity came back on but it was on the next morning. That afternoon Grandma and Grandpa Wright, Great Grandpa Wright, and my aunt and uncle and all the rest of the family arrived. When dinner was served everyone said that the stuffing was the best they had ever tasted. It really was. When they asked Dad what he did different this year he told them He was totally in the dark as to what made it so good. And we all laughed.
    And let me ask you ladies that are 50 or older didn't the turkey seem to take so much longer to cook. I can remember mom putting it in the oven in the morning and it wasn't ready until late afternoon.
    Stef

    Love it!
    What a nice story Stef and yes it took all day to cook that bird!

    Hugs,

    RE
  • RE
    RE Member Posts: 4,591 Member
    #5
    tjhay said:

    Wow What a Story
    Well I have to go way back for a Thanksgiving Story that was a little different.

    I grew up in a Cuban family and we had black beans and rice, turkey and so forth every holiday. When I was 6 it was my mothers turn to perpare the feast. Now needless to say she was in a panic, my grandmother had trusted her white southern daughter-in-law to fix the beans. (all of my grandmas children were hoping that grandma would bring a back up batch of beans)
    Any way all the kids were to eat in the kitchen, and the adults in the dinning room, all the food was layed out nicely on the counter seperating dining room from the kitchen and all us kids were waiting for someone to fix the plates so we could eat. My brother Joe was sat in one of 3 high chairs which was besides the food counter, while the other babies were rounded up and the adults took their time getting to the dining room Joey decided that it was time to eat, and as we children (8 and under) watched as Joey stoot up in the highchair and climed on to the counter and headed stright for the beans. Joey was not very good with spoons yet and needless to say serving spoons were way beyond him. In a matter of minuets the walls were painted with black beans, all of the food on the counter was covered in beans, as were most of us children. Litttle Joe made quite the mess.
    Our dinner that day had essence of black beans, and from what we could tell the beans were quite good. Mom got 4 more years to pratice making black beans.
    I am thankful that i am able to be here to share this story that my brother would rather everyone forgot. I hope that you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving, that your loved ones are gathered around you, and that all the food is ready at the same time
    tj

    LOL
    Oh my TJ wish you had a picture of that, thanks a bunch for sharing!

    Hugs,

    RE

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