I’m taking my gratitude in small doses this year, like the kind of spoon sipping you do as you prepare a special meal. We won't have the whole gang around the table this time, but I plan to fill the empty chairs with happy memories. I believe laughter and love ingrain themselves in the wood [...]
Midway through our road trip to Minneapolis yesterday, I commandeered the XM radio and we all enjoyed a little "Breakfast with Broadway". By 10 a.m., a song came on and I knew we had our theme for the day The best of times is now. As for tomorrow, Well, who knows? Who knows? Who knows? [...]
On Black Friday, we woke to the sound of a turkey dance. They came from the woods, gathered in the sun, and thumbed their little beards at us from the cornfield next to our cabin. Still a little doped up on tryptophan from our Thanksgiving feast, we gathered at the window to watch them play. [...]
I'll always be grateful to Gulliver, the first turkey I ever cooked. From his humble beginnings on a farm owned by my father's friend, Gulliver grew to be the largest turkey we ever cooked in our oven -- weighing in at a whopping 22.46 lbs. He was a feisty turkey, even post-mortem, attempting a daring escape from our [...]
'T was the day before Thanksgiving and all through our place Molly stood stirring at a furious pace. The dough was all kneaded, risen and baked Nuts roasted warmly, lemon rind flaked. The turkey sat frozen, too fat for the pan. We hauled out our annual improvised plan. Then Molly in her apron, and I [...]