Freestyle Friday: Everything In It Is Cooked

Round One Of Turkey-palooza
Round One Of Turkey-palooza

4:56AM. Let’s start early.

If you’re looking for the 2013 Holiday TV Guide, there you go.  If you want to know why I did that, here’s the link to the post. Lastly, if you came back looking for the results of the poll, Love Actually defeated The Fish That Saved Pittsburgh 2 to 1.  That’s not only the margin, that’s also the actual vote total. Apparently you folks don’t enjoy a poll and Tim Allen’s schtick is over.

One week from today, I’ll be eating leftover turkey & dressing sandwiches, made with leftover turkey & dressing inside one of my aunt’s homemade yeast rolls (I know, right?!). Just a heads-up, I’m cheating a little bit on next week’s Freestyle. I haven’t written the post yet, but I know what it will be: my Iron Bowl preview.

As I’m sure it was for most of you, Thanksgiving was always a big holiday in my family. We’d go to my grandparents house early, even before my grandmother had the dressing in the oven. Of course, the grandkids – the seven boys anyway –  showed up hungry. We’d drag (or have chased by the adults) our hungry little selves outside to play while the adults continued cooking.  We’d play football, crawl on Paw-Paw’s boat, hit each other with sticks, and look for crawdads in the creek until we turned over a rock and found a snake, then it was time to go back inside.

It had only been 20 minutes. The women-folk were never amused.

So what do you do when you have 5 to 7 boys who are now smelly, wet, and maybe bleeding, saying they’re hungry? Sweet, sweet Nana realized that, if you just give these smelly boys something to eat, they’ll go away. That’s how we started the practice of eating “raw” dressing. It’s not really raw. Everything in it is cooked, it’s just that it hasn’t been baked corporately. Call it what you will, but we could polish off a pan of it without even breathing. Then we’d go back outside (but no where near the snake infested creek).

That’s the story of raw dressing. I’ll have some next Thursday.

If you don’t believe the story, I’m sure Paw-Paw has a VHS tape labeled ‘Thanksgiving 1980’ as evidence. All you’ll need is a VHS player.

5:30. I have to go. Have a great Friday. After today, if you work the same schedule as I work, you’re getting 6 of the next 9 days off. That’s pretty awesome!