Thanksgiving 2003 in Tampa [5]

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First I would like to mention a minor digression involving Tigger, one of the stuffed animals who came along to visit Janet.

 

Janet set out a great spread of appetizers for Thanksgiving.

These shrimp were left over (still frozen) from our last big trip to Costco in October, detailed elsewhere in these pages.

Janet has a lot of fun with her neighbors in New Tampa. They like to have big barbecues and invite everybody over. One guy named Gerry has a hobby of winemaking. And once he's made his homemade wine, he uses it as an ingredient in his other hobby, which is barbecue-sauce-making. But I think the problem is, once you've opened a bottle of wine you kind of have to use the whole thing or it goes flat and stuff. And he can either drink some of it, which probably causes him to get big eyes and make a huge amount of barbecue sauce, or he can use the whole bottle in the barbecue sauce, which of course unbalances the mixture and ends up with the same effect -- he has to make a huge amount of barbecue sauce.

So he gives it out to the neighbors. When he's got a batch ready he calls everyone up and they come over with all kinds of containers -- Tupperware, Rubbermaid containers, gallon jugs, peanut butter jars, and in Janet's case a bottle of Lite Italian Salad Dressing, and cart it away for him.

I found that it went GREAT with the October Costco Frozen Shrimp.

With the table all set...

 

...and the turkey well on its way, we got started with a great Thanksgiving dinner.

 

Janet made matzoh ball soup. And she attempted to make this matzoh ball shaped like a turkey. You can sort of see it if you use your imagination.

 

We all sat down to a great dinner.

 

I got to be the one to carve the turkey, thanks to my ill-considered publicizing of my recent and ill-timed excursion to the Turkey Carving FAQ Page. We didn't have a proper apron, and I improvised. I had no idea my improvisation would look so astonishingly awful. Perhaps if I had used a towel of a more-coordinated color. But, for some reason, Max thought the towel color was just right.

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Daniel F. Boyd / boyd@buffalo.edu
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