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I am an emigrant and raised primarily by my aunt/uncle on a huge farm that fed us. If we didn't raise it? We didn't eat it. We're from Sweden where there wereb't any turkeys or Thanksgiving for that matter. Yet we studied Thanksgiving in school and always the centerpiece of discussion was turkey. We didn't have turkeys on our farm which meant we always had several chickens for Thanksgiving dinner. Never turkey. Each Thanksgiving I was so disappointed, I'd never tasted turkey and always felt disappointed every single Thanksgiving - with chicken. I confided in my older male cousin my disappointment. That Thanksgiving he went hunting and shot a wild turkey on the plains of Kansas. I was 10 years old when I saw the large, wonderful smelling turkey set on the table instead of chicken. I don't think it was the turkey that made me feel cuddly and loved. It was the fact that my cousin cared enough about me to satisfy a need, dream that I'd had. An American turkey. It's one of my treasured Thanksgiving memories. Does anyone else have a treasured Thanksgiving memory to share? I'd love to hear it. Gretchen

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Submitted by gretchen1 on Thu, 2005-11-24 - 09:49

OH!!!!! No fooling is that was that string is for? I always thought someone goofed at the factory and didn't get their string pulled off - hehe. (I'm leaving every 3rd word out - think my AEDs having kicked in yet? Maybe. We don't KNOW that for sure right?) (Oh gosh the parades are on. Two of my kids played in them and we VCR'd they're band, another wonderful memory, shed tons of tears of love for the micro second they marched by, for us proud parents, for a .....very proud flash for us. (they begged us to NOT be chaperones. In Florida once at the Orange Bowl and another time at the Rose Bowl.Both were in the vaunted drum line - course. Centuries ago. Which is a story in itself. Sarah earned money to pay for her $900 thingy cost to the Rose Bowl and got the rocking rolling throw up flu on THE day. Had to stay home. Got to watch it on TV. I think maybe she wasnt ready to leave Mama. Sob) Wanna hea one good thing about a CP? I had one at oh dark thirty last night. Got up and took a running start - into the wall, was thrown back on the bed (waking up Mike and critters) but did that stop me I'm told? Heck no. I was on some kind of mission. Once I came out of it? I was awake at 5:15 and I decided? What a perfect time without setting an alarm clock to start cooking the turkey - which I've done. I DID forget I was cooking Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday though. Small item doncha think? LOL - so THAT'S what's that string is for with the little yellow knobbies? How IN the heck are you supposed to pick up a 21 pound turkey with THAT? I shall try - stand by for progress report. It is 7:40, my turkey is browning, good thing it smelled good or I'd have never known I put it in the oven (eeeekkksss). I was depressed. I thought but I don't have the rest of the ingredients! Shall have to wait until Saturday! Whoops. Mike said yes you do and we're have an abbreviated but okay Thanksgiving dinner today with our homeless family we invited and I'm glad. Thanksgiving should be today. With COOKED turkey. I have so many good memories. So do Spiz and Barbie. Where are the rest of you guys? All your Thanksgivings were perfection? I don't believe it and how boring. You can post about memorable Christmas's too. Ya know? I have a lovely story on a very memorable Christmas involving divine intervention and I MIGHT share it. Depends on on who all shares HERE. That is NOT blackmail - sorta. (dang clustering absences - can barely type.) (grumble grumble) that's what that string is for? I'll be darn. So you can teach an old chick (pardon pun) new tricks huh? I love you. I'm not gay either! Gretchen

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Submitted by gretchen1 on Thu, 2005-11-24 - 23:29

TURKEY REPORT - 2005 I am sure Spiz is right. The string with the yellow knobbies go around the turkey to ease the cook to pick it up from the pan. To me, however, this is a situation where it looks good on paper but doesn't work in real life - if you have a 21 pound turkey and a very skinney string - POP! Oh well I did it the old fashion way. Mike carved the turkey in the pan. We ain't real fancy any longer. Our Thanksgiving was very pleasant. RobinTrey were coming but we were afraid of a maybe snow storm in the Santa de Cristo high mountains they'd have to traverse. And also our Thanksgiving as I said was to be Saturday but a CP dictated it was today! So? No family (sob) but we had invited a family of 4 (two small boys) who are homeless, living in a shelter which is our Thanksgiving tradition and a single young man with no family. We too were homeless once and we remember the kind people, somehow can not remember the cruel, if there were any. Mike said the shelter's turkey looked "grey" - ICK! The young boys and I sprayed "snow" in "drifts" on windows, got silly and we all wound up with snowy hair. It feels so good to do something nice for another in need it makes me wonder why I ever get so upset when someone does something I perceive as nasty to me. Make sense? Well it started out that way. The turkey was tender, brown and juicey (this year). We didn't have a lot but we had plenty. We had many phone calls from my children. I missed them all. I clustered with absences all day long and the young boys thought that was hilarious - perhaps it is. Seeing it through their eyes? It made me laugh too. Saying I was trying to find the "right words" didn't fool them at all. I guess the moral of our day is I don't have to have 20 dishes, or a crowd, a perfect dinner, or the perfect guests to have a perfect time. Because I did anyway in spite of the burdens that have bugged me the last few days that flew out the window - for one very nice day. I hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgivingn also and we all remembered why we celebrate Thanks for Giving - to our Pilgrims from strangers. Gretchen