The Feast was festive
Thanks for asking. Praise be to the Goddess Martha and St Emeril for extending their blessings. Brother Turkey came out moist and the Tofurkey was surprisingly edible. We declared the cranberries �the best ever� as we do every year. Mama Hawk brought her delicious Indian corn pudding. Ray found 2 of his stray residents in the hospital cafeteria and brought them home. Lacy and Mikey brought dates. My 18 month nephew entertained us all by diving head first into the mashed potatoes. The only dark spot was a slight mishap with the corkscrew, but with 4 physicians around the table, first aid was quickly rendered. I was available for after-trauma counseling.But much later that evening, after family and friends had dispersed and the kitchen was once again restored to order, I held my own private Thanksgiving feast with 3 of my favorite family members. I carved off a thick slice of turkey breast, rewarmed the gravy and called my kitties and my dog. The cats aren�t supposed to jump on the kitchen table, but this is a holiday. My furry friends each got a dish of chopped turkey with gravy. �Purr...we love you, Justin, Happy Thanksgiving�
And Speaking of the Goddess Martha
