Go ahead and spend the morning at the beach and work up an appetite.
I’m grateful for many things, not the least of which are the friendships that I’ve made over the years. Those friendships extend to many of you who read this blog, some of whom I know personally and others, simply from the force of personality that you project onto this strange medium where we meet to vent and discuss things that are important to us.
It’s a beautiful day in Southern California with highs in the mid-80’s at the beaches as they have been and will be through the long, chilled, winter months. While the East Coast is buried under an arctic blizzard, we will muddle along as best we can in the ‘endless summer’.
Which is to say, we won’t be traveling “over the river and through the woods to grandma’s house on a sleigh”. We drive over freeways in the concrete jungle, stacked up in traffic and wear short sleeved Hawaiian shirts and shorts with sandals on, while drinking a monster iced beverage with a healthy wedge of lemon. Thus, the Thanksgiving celebration falls short of the emotional and traditional ideal.
I don’t think that I’ve ever done a Thursday Sermonette before – – feels weird. This blog is getting just a bit too holy for even me, but I’m going to forge ahead with a message for you, your families and your neighbors. Ok, here goes:
Varied and diverse people will be coming to the manse today to eat a semi-traditional dinner. Along with the stuffed chicken, stuffed turkey and Honey Baked Ham, there will be green beans cooked with bacon. There will also be bacon in the stuffing and bacon bits on the salad. This will serve as fair notice to Muslims living near me that every scrap of food that I am serving for Thanksgiving is haram. Rooting around in my trash and dumpster diving will only lead them to grief when they find out that:
I know you’re asking for the hidden spiritual message in this, because that’s the essence of a sermonette. If you can’t figure it out, just eat your turkey and stuffing without adding bacon with it’s distinctive, delicious, smoky flavor…
I am thankful that you have your children and grand-children. I'm thankful Bill has made it this far. I am thankful I have so few problems. I am thankful. BUT I WANT MORE!!!!
Of course you do.
Same here! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
Thank you my friend. I don't know if you're with your daughter today — but I hope that you are.
Happy Thanksgiving. More bacon, please.
I'd be happy to set a place for you if you could get from Dallas to here or in the alternative to ship left overs your way…but by then the bacon would have turned and even Blue Leftover wouldn't want it.
Thank you Rick. At the moment, I'm recovering from a large meal and football game (on TV). Standard fare for the day. I hope that you too ate more than was good for you and enjoyed the interlude.
Aloha Thanksgiving! Can I get some bacon-flavored Rum? They do it for the damn coconuts, they should do it for bacon too. I ate less than before, but because I wanted-to, cheers!
Cheers and may you get to heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead.
Hope your full as a tick on a fat cow, and your day was filled with good friends and family!
Both were true — but at the moment, I'm gearing up for left-overs today, and that's not a bad thing.
Sounds like you had a successful and happy Thanksgiving! And it sounds, also, like I have SORELY been neglecting the role that bacon ought to play in my holiday cuisine. Yet another wise lesson learned from LL. 🙂 Thankful for you!
Get the Costco green beans in the fresh food section. Fry bacon in a pan, pull the bacon out and sauté the green beans in the bacon grease. Break the bacon into pieces and then throw it back in. Serve
KILLER. Sons-in-law who claim not to like green beans eat this stuff like candy. They went through two whole Costco packs of green beans.
Do I have to follow the part of the recipe that says "Serve"? Perhaps that's optional or to taste…
You can eat it all by yourself. Over chocolate ice cream is NOT recommended.
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