Turkey with a Side of Emotional Stability
Posted by Moose on November 24th, 2008. Filed under: Tis the Season.My space heater is rickety as homemade sin. It was also free from Casa de Madre, so maybe I should shut my flapping pie hole. Paired with a blanket and a hat, I can keep myself reasonably toasty, and neatly gloss over my idiocy in plunking the bookshelf down right in front of the heater when I moved last April. Moving the bookshelf would be a brilliantly conceived and thoughtfully plotted next move, but my apartment is small. Few places to move it that won’t up my self-inflicted injury count. Which is quite high enough for the moment, thanks. But my eyebrow is healing, and I’m looking forward to showing off my new scar when this bloody scab falls off.
My bloody scab offers a charming seque into what I really want to talk about: Thanksgiving. And all the tasty, tasty noshing that goes with it. I’m spending the day with my family in San Jose for Turkey Dinner Number One and then hustling back up to the city to partake of Turkey Dinner Number Two, a feast by Jemima, more commonly referred to as Best Cook in the Known Universe. (NO PRESSURE.) But what I’m really looking forward to this year? Is the complete lack of emotional turmoil that has been the side dish to my sweet potatoes the past five years.
Thanksgiving was noticeably fraught with my ex. Our first Thanksgiving marked one of our first misunderstandings and our last culminated in a rather wrenching bit of displacement that had my stomach tied up in so many knots I could barely taste Jemima’s famous sweet potato biscuits. That didn’t stop me from eating twelve of them, however.
Two turkeys, some of my favorite people, and no stomach knots on the visible horizon. I can’t even tell you how good that sounds. And feet planted firmly on the hardwood floor, with no rug to be pulled out from under them.
Of course, a rug might help keep my feet warm. But then so does my ’70s vintage space heater, with the added benefit of sounding like one of Satan’s lesser minions wheezing a show tune.
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November 24th, 2008 at 8:15 pm
GAH! Cold feet! I’m FOR REAL SENDING YOU SOMETHING, LIKE TOMORROW!
(address again, please?)
November 24th, 2008 at 9:51 pm
Turkey Day! Except I’m a veggie so I refer to it as MASHED POTATO DAY! Either way it’s win, win:)
November 24th, 2008 at 10:15 pm
Although it remains one of my favorite holidays (If I had access to Jemima’s sweet potato rolls I am sure it would be my VERY favorite holiday) I have issues with Thanksgiving, too.
Mainly family and inlaw issues.
We are seriously contemplating having a “Friends” Thanksgiving next year.
November 25th, 2008 at 8:24 am
Hee! I share your coldness issues. And since I work at home – the cold, drafty home – I have to take some active steps to stay warm. I’ve found that wearing a few layers and a hat and wrapping up in a blanket is good, but adding in working with the laptop actually on my lap really helps keep me warm!
I’ve decided the dorky-ness factor of being dressed like this inside is definitely outweighed by staying warm!
You might also try the website freecycle.org – people are giving away all kinds of stuff, including space heaters. (I’ve just discovered it, and it is pretty cool.)
November 25th, 2008 at 10:40 am
i’m sorry. did you say something other than sweet potato biscuits??!?!
November 25th, 2008 at 12:43 pm
I’m starting to enjoy Thanksgiving more as I get older. It is more relaxed and all about eating food and no pressure of gifts.
November 25th, 2008 at 7:38 pm
You MUST get us the recipe for these sweet potato biscuits. Ans I MUST work the phrase “as homemade sin” into casual conversation.
November 25th, 2008 at 7:48 pm
Observe: http://www.jemimablog.com/?p=311
Sweet potato biscuits of the gods.
November 26th, 2008 at 12:06 am
And FURRY EYEBROWS. Don’t forget the furry eyebrows!
Two whole days of Moosetime! Can’t! Wait!
December 4th, 2008 at 6:33 am
You are back (kind of)! I was so very worried! Hope all is well.
December 4th, 2008 at 10:22 am
Hurrah for drama-free holidays! It warms the cockles of MY heart.
Dear Moose, I’m glad to see you back up online and in full swing. Hopefully, no archives were lost or damaged.
What’s wrong with me?
Signed,
Perpetually Perplexed in Pugland
December 4th, 2008 at 10:51 am
Thank God your site is fixed, I was beginning to worry, but WHERE are the new posts? I have been reading on Lemondrop, but every other Thursday is not going to cut it.
December 4th, 2008 at 11:05 am
Oh good, I was starting to wonder (though Holly cleared it up when I asked over there if she knew what happened to you). Glad you’re back…
December 4th, 2008 at 12:21 pm
Yay! You’re up and running again! Two turkey’s huh? I totally skipped it all this year. I want some biscuits though, sounds yummy. (and nothing worse than holidays with turmoil, glad that wasnt so this year)
December 6th, 2008 at 6:19 pm
I must say I’m impressed! Anyone who can make a line like “. . . sounding like one of Satan’s lesser minions wheezing a show tune” actually make reasonable sense has my admiration.
Boy, if I only could easily drop a line like that in casual conversation. Yeah, I know . . . don’t tell me.
December 9th, 2008 at 3:39 pm
Can it wheeze something from The Music Man? I’m in a mood for a bit of tromboning. GOD, that sounded terrible.
I’m glad that this Thanksgiving didn’t involve any stomach knots
Unless you ate another dozen of the sweet potato rolls. Because then, Moose? It should be expected.