Dining Against Despotism

“Jim deep in the heart of Texas” reports,

Our Thanksgiving feast at our friends (same as it ever was, to quote the Talking Heads), was a wonderful time full of many friends. The children were playing games and adults pitching horseshoes,  corner hole, and washers. There were friends from two all the way up to grandpa (I have never asked how old he is but he is a great grandpa), and he is great! There was not a mask-e-teer in sight, not even Annette Funicello.

Intriguing point. Is it me, or do the Masked Morons remind you of rodents?

I smoked a 23 lb turkey and my friend fried a few as well, along with baking a ham. I must brag that every year my smoked turkey is the first one gone.

Hey, do you ship?

Others baked sweet potato casserole, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, stuffing, homemade rolls (of course they were homemade; is there any other kind?) 

No!

(everything was homemade)

Oh, yum!

and much much more.

The dessert counter—yes, it takes up an entire side of the kitchen—consisted of so many pies that it looked like a bakery. Cheesecakes, baklava, Jablkivý Koláč aka apple cake (my wife’s mother’s recipe) (as Nacho Libre would say, “It’s the best”).

These patriots are my kinda folks: serious eaters!

We always start by going around the room and saying what we are thankful for this year. It is a wonderful time and it is a great example for the children to remember, as Paul says, “in all things to give thanks.”

I can tell you I am thankful for wonderful like-minded people who do not trust the State or the organs of the State. As I always say, “I do not trust in ding-a-lings; I trust in the King of Kings!”

Somebody slap that on a plaque, quick, under a picture of Governor Greg Blabbott, as Jim calls him, no doubt fondly.

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3:54 pm on December 4, 2020