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Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone! And Save The ‘Bishops Hat’ For Me…

We all love Thanksgiving; the abundance of food, having the family and friends get together, the food, the football game, all that turkey! Damn! What am I going to do with the leftover turkey THIS year. Well folks, I have an idea that might get rid of all those darn bones you were going to make soup with but never got around to actually doing.

This might not be for those who don’t really want to know much about our food-those who just prefer to eat it and then fall into food coma nirvana. But chances are if you cooked the beast you wouldn’t mind making some money from it also.  I found this site by  surfing to find dancing turkey skeletons; I didn’t find that but did find a place that sold turkey skeletons. Curious I checked it out and found a picked clean set of bones will set you back $349-just about what I usually put out for the meal itself. This site is really interesting but not for those easily grossed out.  I noticed that they will also buy skulls if you have some to sell, not just turkey skulls but all kinds. I imagine they do a brisk business with the mob underworld.

                                                         After reading up on all the different bones I could buy I then found this site that gives you tips on how to clean the bones and arrange the skeleton.

When I was a little kid I never thought about what mom and grandma had to do with all that left-over carcass.  It was just fun to have an excuse to stuff myself silly.  But as an adult in hard economic times if I could turn this into a money-maker, well hey, why not? However, this year for once I will not be doing the cooking, my granddaughter has taken over hosting Turkey Day, so perhaps I will have to resort to thievery and steal the bones on the pretext of soup making…

*Bishops Hat-the fatty turkey tail that some people (my late grandfather) considered a delicacy



Happy Thanksgiving!

Yeah, I know what you are saying.  Why does she have a picture of Superman on a Thanksgiving post?  Well, here goes-I am not doing the dinner this year, that torch has been passed on.  So instead of running around like a chicken turkey with its head lopped off I have lots of time to think about Thanksgivings past.  Stay with me as we visit a Thanksgiving very early in my  marriage.

It was the sixties, and while my husband and I were not one of the Great Unwashed, we were a bit more liberal in our clothing and hair styles, as well as our politics.  At the time I had not been handed the Holiday torch, so we went to his cousins home for dinner.  Even though we were in our late twenties we were stuck seated at the kids table (!).  I remember hearing the cousins wife mention, sotto voce, that [they] “certainly, weren’t like the rest of us”.  At the time it stung a bit, but then it was forgotten.

Years went by and that wife had children…as did the rest of us.  A few years back that particular cousins child was married, and the wedding and the reception was …unusual. Instead of the Wedding March strains of Star Wars heralded the bride.  And at the reception the bride made her entrance carried on the back of the groom, and the cake was cut with chainsaws.  In my late 50’s and well past the hippie stage at this point, I silently thought back to the Thanksgiving comment of the grooms mother, and smiled to myself.  Then the newlyweds finally had a child of their own.  And what did they name this grandchild of two very conservative grandparents? Kal-el, of course!  Now I know that movie stars and the products of  very small gene pools have been giving their kids weird names for a very long time.  But that is not what we are talking about here.  These are normal Midwestern Republicans that thought mini-skirts and shaggy hair were subversive.  Again upon hearing the news I silently reflected on this odd turn of events.

Now in my mid-sixties many Thanksgivings have come and gone.  Families have grown and split off into ever widening circles.   This year our family has changed significantly but we will still be gathering for dinner.  This time my grand daughter is hosting with her fiance, which will bring a whole new set of relatives into the stew stuffing.  I will get to sit back and watch how things unfold in this new family; musing about all the differences we share that really aren’t so different at all.   The fact is we are all trying to carve out our place in this world while still being tied to our roots.  And I feel it gets harder with each passing generation.

As I give thanks this year for the many blessings I have, I include the freedom to be as different (or not) as I want.  So with a nod to Kal-El and his grandparents, and a silent thanks that I was (and remain) my own person, I say Happy Thankgiving to all!