Thanksgiving is almost here. How many of you people are gonna be doing the cooking/hosting family & friends and how many will be among the hosted? How many will be eating in a home and how many plan to dine out?
How many of you have had some sort of Thanksgiving dinner disaster happen at a dinner you hosted, were attending, or were otherwise involved in?
A couple of years ago, we were hosting dinner. Turkey was cooking just fine, sides were ready to go, and the alarm on the electronic thermometer goes of saying the turkey was done. We pull it out and set it on the counter to rest while the sides cook/reheat.
We started carving it. At first, nothing seemed awry, but about halfway into carving, the breast meat began to look a bit on the rare side. Seems the thermometer malfunctioned and the temperature reading was off by about 75 degrees. The thighs were practically raw.
We took the most done pieces and nuked them for a couple of minutes and wrapped the raw parts in foil & threw them back in the oven. It turned out ok.
I mean it’s not like anyone died or anything…
Sweetie’s family always tells the story of her and her uncle transferring the cooked bird to the serving platter when, whoop, it slides off into the dirty dishwater!
Several years ago we had Thanksgiving at our house, after the meal Sweetie’s moody sister gets up from her nap particularly joyful, looks at her husband and says, Where’s my damned pie? Haven’t had pie or Thanksgiving since when someone didn’t mention it!
Everything’s good to go to Mom’s for dinner. Mom is 90, deaf and virtually blind, so each of us prepares whatever and all show up for a couple of days. One brother from Colorado, one from west Texas, and me from down here. I normally trade a little fish for some elk steak, etc. You’d be surprised what you can get in trade for a few fresh shrimp out west of Austin. Happy Turkey to all.
Sarge’s cougar posts late last night are fascinating. Plenty of things I didn’t know.
#3 – Particularly the extreme migrations eh?
I thought cougars mostly prowled in bars and clubs.
The Thanksgiving dust up is just practice for the Christmas brawl. The wife’s side had some really interesting characters. Things are actually calmer these days but I miss those geezers. The pa-in-law’s Cajun friends stopping by on their way to poach in south Texas were pretty interesting, too.
In the 80′s I found a some cat prints on a lease near Victoria. A 30’06 cartridge fit inside the heel part and did not touch the sides of the print. The ranch manager said it was a bobcat track. That was one friggin big bobcat if he was right.
A little Cajun spices anything up, food, family, relationships. Heck they can’t even have a normal hurricane like the rest of us.
Some nut job shoots up Tranquility Park last night according to the twits.
http://houston.culturemap.com/newsdetail/11-21-11-well-dressed-gunmen-shatters-occupy-houston-tranquility-fires-up-to-15-rounds-points-weapon-at-girl/?utm_content=newslink&utm_campaign=news&utm_source=social%2Bflow&utm_term=social%2Bflow&utm_medium=socialmedia
Was he clinging to a Bible?
Y’all be sure to try a sweet potato salad it is really good.
Recipe:
Make your favorite tater salad but this time use sweet taters instead of Idaho or redskin. It is really pretty to look at and wissin good to eat!
Big cats are regularly seen around Millheim and Cat Spring here in Austin County.
#9 – After reading the Comical article, there are a couple of assumptions that I can make. (1) the “gunman” was not a licensed concealed carry (or any other kind) individual or that information would have been prominently displayed and (2) the gunman was not a Caucasian or that would have been disclosed rather than the color of his shirt. (3) I further have to assume that the fact that he was well dressed was intended to point out that he must not be affiliated with the OWS group in any way. Isn’t QX a nappy dresser? Hasn’t QX been known to roam downtown streets with long guns on display? Maybe it was QX.
Nah. Mr. TheTenth is well past “twentysomething”.
Until I picked up that handout, I was largely unaware that cougars were as prevalent in this region as they are.
Hot Air has a great article about Queen Peloopsi: Pelosi whines about Catholics having “this conscience thing”
I so agree with this statement:
G’Morning all
Tuesday Turkeypocalypse:
How dysfunctional are the Hamsters?
Who do you think…
1. Drops the turkey:
2. Burns the mashed potatoes:
3. Starts doing the turkey dance during prayer:
4. Eats all the pumpkin pie before anybody else gets any:
5. Spills sweet tea all over the white tablecloth:
6. Brings a “surprise guest” nobody likes:
7. Gets mad and leaves in the middle of dinner:
8. Starts crying over something silly:
9. Forgets to show up at all:
10. Throws up everywhere:
Today, in 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
Where were you? I was in the Marines and walking across the street from the main Avionics shop to the Power and accessories Shop I was in charge of. I didn’t hear the announcement and was in complete disbelief when I got back to my shop. We (the entire USMC) were immediately put on alert and restricted to base. We were allowed to call our wives or family to tell them we were on alert and would be home when we got there. (About 4 hours late)
I believe Issa must have eaten razor blades for breakfast yesterday
http://dailycaller.com/2011/11/20/issa-if-eric-holder-is-not-doomed-the-obama-administration-is/
Number eight is definitely Squawk.
One of my pet peeves.
The correct name for a small pig is a shoat. It is not a “piglet” any more than a “horselet’, “cowlet”, “doglet”, “catlet”, “fishlet”, “manlet”, “womanlet”..ad infinitum…………
I would be number four.
OBH imposed a six-month delay on oil shale drilling Friday just days after postponing the Keystone oil pipeline from Canada to Texas. Some things are more important than any jobs that might be created.
He read a report showing that oil field workers are as Republican as oil executives.
18 OT
Third grade classroom at Rummel Creek Elementary (Brittmoore @ Memorial Dr.).
We were dismissed and I walked to the house, two blocks away.
BTW:
Never, never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative
on the same night.
I found this joke in the comments from my Peloopsi link above:
There were three country churches in a small Texas town: Presbyterian, Methodist and Catholic.
Each church was overrun with pesky squirrels. One day, the Presbyterian church called a meeting to decide what to do about the squirrels.
After much prayer and consideration they determined that the squirrels were predestined to be there and they shouldn’t interfere with God’s divine will.
The Methodist group got together and decided that they were not in a position to harm any of God’s creations.
So, they humanely trapped the squirrels and set them free a few miles outside of town. Three days later, the squirrels were back.
It was only the Catholics who were able to come up with the best and most effective solution:
They baptized the squirrels and registered them as members of the church. Now they see them only on Christmas and Easter.
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They were going to make tamales, I guess.
Bad news for TBO. It’s bad when the t-shirts turn against you.
#17 OTL: ya mos tagot
#11. Eats like a farm hand and fall asleep on the couch.
Yes, that would be me.
#18 OTL: I had just turned 4 a couple of weeks earlier. I was prolly hanging out with my friend Paul F. McBonecrusher’s Friend III, throwing rocks at cars or something.
Dang! All you 4 year olds and third graders make me feel old, not wise, just old.
#18 – A momentous Day for the world (and of course many of us on personal levels)
In my 3rd grade class I watched in abject horror as our Kolter Elementary School (Meyerland) Principal cried his eyes out while advising us of JFK’s assassination. I then rode my bicycle 7 or 8 blocks home – where I was “jumped” (so to speak) by our next door neighbor as I rode up our driveway – this ‘blankety blank’ asked me (an 8.5 year old 3rd grade boy) if I “had heard the GOOD NEWS?” (the guy hated JFK apparently)……………..I responded involuntarily with my very FIRST curse word ever aimed at an adult in my young life……………….no sooner had that F word left my lips when I immediately realized what I had done and was certain I’d be dying a very slow and painful death that afternoon when Pop got home from work………………….amazingly enough Pop did chide me sternly for cursing at ANY adult – but he added that he understood I had reacted without thinking and while being VERY upset……………………..’Twas the wissorifice neighbor who incurred the FULL BRUNT of my Pop’s wrath…………………I thought for a second that Pop was gonna punch his lights out – he DID so verbally but not physically……………..and left the neighbor VERY CLEAR not to ever speak to me again under ANY circumstances unless he wanted a quick trip to the hospital.
Number 6 is whoever brung him.
I keed. I keed.
Reminds me of my father in law. If a pecan pie was in sight, he’d “graze” on it until all the pecans were gone. There’s no sadder dessert in the world than a nekkid pecanless pie.
I was a senior in high school. Our little football team had reached the playoffs for the first time in many years. Eventually the decision was made to go ahead with the game at some neutral site somewhere. We won and moved on to the next level. Some of the locals had contact with LBJ and were glad to see him ascend to the next level – a feeling that changed shortly thereafter as LBJ’s liberal bona fides started being exposed. The next election, my Dad told me that he voted Republican for the first time in his life.
I was a three-year old living in France. According to my dad, the French radio announcer was crying when he read the announcement.
I’ll have to ask him if the NATO base we were on went on alert.
18: I was in grade 2 when the principle, a woman, made the announcement, the principle was crying, the teacher was crying, class was dismissed and I wondered wtf? I got home and my mother was crying. A strange experience for a seven year old Canadian.
Beware of terrorist turkeys.
Bonus: Chaz Napolitano
#38 Pyro (heh): WARNING: DEEP FAT FRYING ANYTHING IS NOT SAFE FOR D!PST!CKS!
I say sell a whole bunch of DFFs and let Darwin do his job.
When I was working down Sugar Land way in the early 2000′s, I heard of bobcat families (moms with several kits) sighted in some small pockets of woods off 90-A, west of Dairy-Ashford.
#13 EG
With anyone else, I would assume you meant to say natty dresser…
#17 OTL
Robert M?
I was in Mrs. Abbott’s first grade class at Mary Bryan Elementary. School was dismissed and an aunt picked my cousins and me up. We went over to their house (right next door to my house) because they had the only color TV in the neighborhood. I don’t really remember tears being shed, just everyone in a state of disbelief. I also remember my father saying that out of respect he couldn’t play his Vaughn Meader album any more. The next year my parents caused a minor family crisis by joining the Young Republicans and campaigning for Barry Goldwater. That was something you just didn’t do in the Deep South back then.
On Drudge: Walking through doorways causes forgetting, new research shows. Fascinating. And explains SO much!
#44 – ROFL………………….Pot smoker’s have KNOWN that fact forever!!!!!!!!! (sometimes a doorway aint required)
I finally got around to watching the HELI-HOG video. Man o man I could spend a bundle doing that. That looks like so much fun and good for the environment; I guess that whole thing is a net green activity, right?
From my B-in-L who works for the Indian River County Health Department. I present to you Mr. Bigglescoon:
Chupacabre!!!!
November 22, 1963
I was 11 years old, in the 6th grade, at the brand spanking new Memorial Jr. High School just west of Memorial City. It was the first school in Harris County to be built with central heating and air conditioning.
The principal came over the PA system first announcing the President had been shot in Dallas. I believe it was about 20 minutes later that he announced the President was dead. They let school out early and it was the quietest that school has ever been. The only sound one heard was hundreds of footsteps. The ride home on the school bus was also ominously silent.
#49 TP:
Didja go to Memorial Senior High, my alma mater, after that?
Question for all you computer jocks out there:
I have an optical mouse connected by wire to the computer. The wissin cursor jumps all over the place at random and to phrase it delicately, it is quite annoying. What is going on and how to fix it?
We were going to buy a meal from Kroger this year until a family we invited over said she’d rather we come to her house for a (big) home-prepared meal. So that’s what we’re doing this year. We’ll have turkey and ham and lots of pies. Mrs. Darren and I will prepare a desert and a side I guess and we’ll help cook at the lady’s home. It shuld be fun.
Old Timer #17;
I figured it was you until I read number 10. Then I figured it was Tedtam’s cat.
In this order (stop when problem goes away):
Check the surface the mouse is sitting on. It needs a little texture (color-wise) to see. Glass tops freak them out.
Clean the laser and receiver lenses. Damp soft cloth or Q-tip should work fine.
Clean electrical contacts. Damp soft cloth or Q-tip should work fine.
Go to the control panel and look at your mouse settings. Check the acceleration and sensitivity settings and lower them (this should not be the problem unless someone messed with them).
Get a new mouse. They’re really cheap at WalMart.
LDS response: I was in heaven waiting to be born. I figure I might have met Kennedy before going down to mortality myself. But who knows?
LOL, excellent advise, OLT.
$54 Pyro:
Thanks for the advise.
50
After a semester or two, he transferred to Spring Branch so he could take Ag.
Decades later he was the first inductee into the Redneck Metrosexual Hall Of Fame.
#57 – my Logitech optical meese has a reset button on the bottom – sometimes that helps
#58 –
ROFL……………..yanno Little Brother you’re pretty BALLSY when BigBro is 2000 miles away………………
When’s the last time you turned the computer off?
Do you remember doing anything right before it started spazzing out?
Is there any coffee or beer dripping out of it?
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Yeah. And quit sleeping with your mouse.
Nanzi Pelousi is bummed out because some Catholics “have this conscience thing”.
And to quote from her highness:
The woman is a disgrace and dishonors all who claim Christ as Redeemer.
from the comments section:
I think rocks everywhere are outraged by the comparison.
Linkie thingie for #63 above;
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Just sharing a little family history with Bones.
#61 Pyro:
When’s the last time you turned the computer off? about once a week whether it needs it or not
Do you remember doing anything right before it started spazzing out? An intermittent problem happening for a long time
Is there any coffee or beer dripping out of it? negative
A few years later, Spring Branch HS was closed. I’ve always suspected a connection between the two events.
I remember the new Memorial HS well. At the time it was huge. Magnificent.
Not so much, now.
#62 Shannon: My mouse may be crappy but it aint Richard Queer crappy like yours is.
My mouse ain’t got no stinkin’ wire.
If you gave me a mouse with a wire I would throw it away.
Somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
Can’t have any fun around he’ah.
Wouldn’t go far.
You throw like a girl.
73
Unlike some around here, I have taken the high road (so typical of UT fans).
But after that remark, tell me, howzat Baylor Bear scat taste?
RE: mouse problem
Have you changed any batteries involved? My wireless mouse starts acting funky until I change the battery.
Another shocker! /sarc off
#66 – sometimes nudging the receiver unit even a half inch will help – oh WAIT is yours wireless ?(throwable) or wired? (wish you could throw it)
#47 Hammy
I’d say Mr Bigglescoon is a raccoon with the chupacabra rash. This same complete loss of hair happened to my semi-tame raccoon friend Toebiter. We didn’t see him at all for maybe 6 months and assumed he had died, but then he turned up again one night, looking in the back window, and he had regrown his fur and looked wonderful. In case you think I’m nuts, he had suffered a broken ankle when he was about 2 yrs old, and was very distinct and recognizable for his limp and demeanor.
OK scrolling through for a change,
#2 El Gordo, That is great, you’re blessed to still have your Mom around and I’m glad you’ll be getting together with family that you don’t often see.
#18 OletimerLin, I was in Miss Stowers’ 4 th grade class and she was called into the office over the intercom and when she got back she told us that the President had been shot. Watching the funeral on TV and didn’t understand why the president was being pulled in a little wagon by horses. My first thought was that he could/should afford better, my had to Dad explain the significance of the Caisson to me.
#46 Bonecrusher, is that awesome or what?
#51 Bones
Jumpy mouse – on the bottom of my mouse, there is an opening that collects stray fibrous debris (aka cat hair, for the most part) and that makes it operate poorly. I use a tiny brush to whisk out any junk.
#74 – Better than getting beat like a baby harp seal on a Canadian iceberg.
#81 – Dats coldddddddddddddddddddddddddddd (but hilarious)
Reply to No. 42: Well, let me take a stab at this:
Tuesday Turkeypocalypse:
How dysfunctional are the Hamsters?
1) Was too busy on the computer and forgot about Thanksgiving.
2) Tries his best to put together a Thanksgiving dinner party on short notice.
3) Decides who could bring the best fixings and trimmings and omits everyone else.
4) Decides if alcohol would solve his problems or create more.
5) Screws up the guest list and ends up with people he hates.
6) Realizes the dinner schedule conflicts with the football schedule.
7) Everybody ends up bring “mash potatoes”.
8) Tries to “deep fry” a turkey for the first time ever.
9) Ends up burning down the kitchen.
10) Ends up looking for a Turkey dinner buffet.
How that?
#83 RM
You got some of us nailed there fer sure.
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JFK
I was 5 yrs old, I remember my mom ironing in the living room watching it on TV. Black & White, we didn’t have no 1% neighbors.
For the life of me I can’t remember the moon landing, but I confess I know where I was standing when I heard the news Elvis died. Is that wrong?
Elvis kilt the blog.
Thankyouverymuch.