There will be duck, because I despise turkey and it is not allowed in My Household Where My Labor Alone Pays The Bills, and so the Decision was made that duck is where it's at for specific cultural events. There will be tasty items fried in duck fat, such as beet tops and goat cheese and chard (thanks, Jane!), not to mention roasted root veggies. There will be jalapeno sweet onion mango. There will be pole beans. There will be rum mandarin cranberry sauce. There will be jamaica, freshly brewed with ginger, ready to be mixed with either vodka or tonic, if virgin style is preferred. (These guests are going to go with the vodka.) There will be rolls. There will be cheesecake with a blackberry/Carbenet glaze, along with zombie gingerbread cookies. There will be Fuji apples baked with cinnamon, clarified butter, clove and ginger. There will be cheese with oddly shaped pepper crackers.
There will not be goddess dressing, because the number of buses required to assemble all the ingredients was more than I could deal with at the time due to Events Elsewhere.
AND THERE WILL BE ! KOOOONG ! because that's what you do on Thanksgiving where I'm from. (Though we'll skip the scene with the leech things because that bit in the reboot seriously freaks me out.)
On Black Friday (note: ignore the bit in red at the end...that was a long time ago and I've broken that habit, too) there will be no leaving the house, simply starting the weekend-long decorating muchly for the Chriskwansolstikkah, while holding The Church of Life After Shopping in my thoughts as they launch into their busy season. Which reminds me that I recently got to see the entire choir at long last when they came to the REDCat (maybe start here at the Alpert/REDCat site & work your way through the audios) and need to write that phenomenal experience up. (Eventually. Man do I suck.)
By the way, this here photo is my fave of the set. It's the combo of his body language in Listening Mode and her I Am The Director Fist Up With Baby On Hip that made it jump out to Moi. Lovely work, o photog who will probably never see this entry of praise...but just in case...Just know that I love this pic so much that I'm respecting your copyright choice and only linking to it. I'm not using the software I have that allows me to get around the whole "owner has disabled downloading of their photos" thing that would allow me to at least have this photo live on my hard drive/imported into my iPhoto to admire. Your creation = your choice. But just so you know? I'd buy a print of this picture if you made such an option available and I could afford it (even if I had to save up first). There's an Eddie Izzard on stage picture that I also was willing to buy a print of, but the person who took that picture also didn't have any contact info available on their homeport, so I couldn't even try. Which is a long way of saying if you want to sell a print of this picture now that you know at least someone out there would buy one? My contact info is right there on the siderail of this site. Talk to me.
Anywho! If this is a day you gather with others to eat and celebrate whatever, hope it goes well. And if you have your bells jingled by the TSA at some point during the travel bits involved and you're pissed off about it? Report it.
Cartoon above landed in the inbox last week. Dunno where it came from, but love it!
Update! CFE just came across this Thanksgiving Prayer by William S. Burroughs. Worth violating my no internet(s) day to share!
For John Dillinger, in hope he is still alive.
Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.
Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison.
Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.
Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot.
Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes.
Thanks for the American dream, To vulgarize and to falsify until the bare lies shine through.
Thanks for the KKK.
For nigger-killin' lawmen, feelin' their notches.
For decent church-goin' women, with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces.
Thanks for "Kill a Queer for Christ" stickers.
Thanks for laboratory AIDS.
Thanks for Prohibition and the war against drugs.
Thanks for a country where nobody's allowed to mind their own business.
Thanks for a nation of finks.
Yes, thanks for all the memories-- all right let's see your arms!
You always were a headache and you always were a bore.
Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.
