A fifty-two inch television, a six-foot leather sofa and a twenty-one
pound bird that used to answer to the name Thelma (make that a 24-pounder
named Louise, the boys are getting bigger).
Celery sticks with
cream cheese or peanut butter for starters; followed by pimento filled
olives, a cheese and cracker platter and the kickoff of the Patriots-Lions
game. I love Thanksgiving.
My wonderful and thoughtful
wife will have the turkey perfectly timed to be carved and served between
games.
The table will be
lavishly decorated and well stocked with all our favorite foods. First
and foremost, the plumper Louise. I have to ask: why is Thanksgiving one
of the few times a year we get to eat turkey? It’s not like we couldn’t
go to the market and buy a turkey anytime we want. How come there always
has to be an occasion?
Can you imagine coming
home from work on a Tuesday to a turkey dinner with all the trimmings?
I guarantee your first thought would be “what’s the occasion?”
And why does the Thanksgiving
cook find it necessary to make the side dishes more complicated than they
have to be? I don’t want pearl onions in my peas, I don’t
want sauteed almonds in my string beans and I definitely don’t want
my yams ‘candied’.
But then, I’m
a meat and potatoes guy. Except on Thanksgiving – when I want to
see a big bowl of mashed turnips on the table (or is it rhubarb?).
And stuffing. Or is
it dressing? Can anyone tell me what is the difference between stuffing
and dressing?
What about sweet potatoes
and yams? Isn’t a yam the same as a sweet potato? If not, why not?
Is succotash just
a fancy word for mixed vegetables? Every other day of the year we have
mixed vegetables. On Thanksgiving, we have succotash. If you add a lima
bean to mixed vegetables, is that what makes it succotash?
Keep the cranberry
chutney down at the other end of the table (along with the acorn squash
and creamed Brussels sprouts) and open up a can of good, old-fashioned
cranberry sauce.
I still don't know
what type of wine goes with turkey. But I'm more convinced than ever,
however, that a chilled blend of hops and barley malt goes with everything
from pickles to pretzels.
Forget about last
year's tip to (halfheartedly) offer to help with the dinner dishes. I
learned the hard way that Aunt Betty isn't always going to insist that
she clean up. Though she's done it for as long as I can remember, I failed
to recognize that the years have caught up to dear Aunt Betty.
(This year I'll quietly
excuse myself from the table, grab a big slice of pumpkin pie and try
to beat Aunt Betty to the couch for the start of the Redskins-Cowboys
game.)
Don’t forget
about the all-important post-meal nap. It’s essential for the marathon
eater, drinker, sports watcher.
No Brian's Song for
me this year. But I'll keep the Kleenex handy when I catch the ESPN Classic
SportsCentury profile of Ernie Davis. A star running back at Syracuse
University, Davis became the first black recipient of the Heisman Trophy
in 1961. Ernie Davis would never play professional football. He was stricken
with leukemia and died in 1963 at the age of 23.
For the late night
sportsfan, college basketball’s Great Alaska Shootout 2002 and a
cold turkey and cranberry sandwich are waiting for you at midnight eastern
time. (On the west coast, you may still be working on that peach cobbler
Aunt Martha brought with her from Idaho).
Get some rest, there’s
plenty of turkey chili and college football on Friday and Saturday.
We’ll have open
faced turkey sandwiches with giblet gravy and a full compliment of NFL
games on Sunday.
Or turkey-jerky and
NASCAR if that's more your speed.
I think about the
family and friends I have in my life and I am very thankful. I hope you
all have plenty to be thankful for too. Happy Thanksgiving, sportsfans.
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