It Was a Great Thanksgiving.....For Me to Poop On

I keed, I keed. It was a lot of fun. Kinda a ragtag crew. I've been doing these orphan dinner's for about 18 years now, and the dynamic never ceases to amaze me. I always long for that sense of family that I miss 363 days of the year, yet I'm able to artificially create on Thanksgiving and Christmas.

I've always found the only downside of the orphan dinner's is that everyone want their dinner just like their momma made. "Can't you put this in the stuffing?? Can't you make the potatoes this was?? Oh, you should cook the turkey like this." My response is normally "Can't you kiss my lily white ass? Homey don't play that." But this year I had the contingent of Irish kids. They had never had Thanksgiving, or even knew what it was. It was like having 8 twenty-somethings over for their first Christmas.

I ended up doing two turkeys, as Pauly and Brad had cancelled their dinner. One was a 19lb. the other about an 18. I had to do one on the BBQ which sorta sucked. You can't keep the temperature balanced on the damn thing and I swear by the time dinner was served I had turned more knobs than Bruce Fairbairn during a recording session. Everything turned out perfect, and it was another Thanksgiving miracle.

As always, nine hours of preparation disappeared in about 15 minutes. Everyone was stuffed, so much so that Philly's $70's worth of pies went neglected, but he seemed to take comfort in whatever he was drinking out of that pickle jar.


We took our spots in the living room, and popped in the holiday tradition. The Best of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog. Another first for the Irish kids. My ribs are still killing me. I just luv that dog. So the warm-up is done. Christmas is just around the corner. Ugh!!