I love turkey. I love the white meat (now, now!). I prefer dry turkey while the rest of the turkey celebrating world like the ‘moist’ stuff. I sought, as others before and after me, the magazine picture perfect roast turkey. I’m still ‘sought-ing’ but they tell me it’s the journey, not necessarily the destination. I was born in the morning – not THIS morning.

The first turkey I cooked after I married my second (and believe me – my last!) husband, his mother and brother were with us for the holiday. We were living in my husband’s little tiny house that had a closet for a kitchen and no pantry at all. And an apartment-sized stove/oven. I was feeding 15 people that day. I had a large roasting pan to accommodate the huge turkey suitable for 15 people plus take home leftovers for the guests. I attempt to put the roasting pan in the oven and it won’t fit. It was just that much too big to fit in the oven. I. Freaked. Out. Talk about ‘flop sweat’? It’s always between 83 and 85 degrees for turkey day in Florida. Every exposed surface in the kitchen has something on it, waiting for its turn to cook and I can’t get the stupid star of the stupid show in the stupid oven. My new mother-in-law, bless her dear heart, came to my rescue. She was walking through the kitchen and couldn’t help but notice I was melting and asked what the problem was. In a very controlled manner, I stepped aside and pointed at the roasting pan sticking out of the oven. She looked at the oven. She looked at me. She looked at the oven again. Being a mom, she just had to try to get the roasting pan settled in the oven – just in case she was right about my intelligence. She couldn’t do it, either. Two of us stood there, looking at the sticking-out roasting pan. And then – there was a bright flash in the kitchen! It was an idea! She called out, not eureka, but “LON!”. Ladies, I don’t care how old your husband is, when he hears his mother’s voice it’s as if all that convenient hearing disappears – he instantly hears and he instantly responds!

Lon looked at her. He looked at me. He looked at the oven. He stared at the oven. Just an instant before I was ready to scream in his ear, he walked out of the kitchen. Are you kidding me? No. BUT – he came back with a two-pound sledgehammer and hammered in the handles that were causing the problem. Men are problem solvers. When they aren’t creating them.

I’m grateful, this Thanksgiving Day, for all the usual things – my parents and grandparents in heaven, my siblings, my children, my health, and theirs. For the roof over my head, the food in the fridge, and the car in the driveway. But I am also grateful for you. Yes – you. You who have welcomed me, read my silliness and said fun and wonderful things. You who share your life experience with me, links to videos that express what you want to say, and words of encouragement. I am, indeed, blessed to know you.

With a heart full of love, may I wish you and yours a very Happy Thanksgiving.

30 Responses to Gobble

  1. 39 Pontiac Dream says:

    Happy Thanksgiving, my American friends. I know you won’t be able to celebrate as heartily as you would last year but I’m sure you’ll still manage to make a success out of the day.

    I give you kudos, Audre, for allowing Lon into the kitchen on such a busy occasion. If I enter the kitchen when Tina is cooking a roast, I get either glared at or shouted at. Better to stay out of the way! ๐Ÿ™‚

    As for chicken and turkey, I love the breast parts but my favourite is the skin. Away from the kitchen, I’m not a great fan of KFC chicken but I could eat the skin for fun. Yummy.

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    • audremyers says:

      Thank you, 39; I very much like Thanksgiving.

      Funny thing about Lon; he doesn’t mind being in the kitchen when I’m cooking, he seems to mind very much when I could use an extra pair of hands at clean up.

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      • 39 Pontiac Dream says:


        One thing you probably don’t know about me – I quite enjoy washing up! Tina is the better cook than me and she hates washing up so we have a good system. At Christmas, though, she has to develop eyes in the back of her head because I have a habit of nicking any loose bit of food on offer. I’m always in danger of a smacked paw! ๐Ÿ™‚

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        • audremyers says:

          I’ll give you a little hint – Tina loves that you nick a little of this and a little of that.

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        • Alys Williams says:

          I enjoy nthe clearing up after an ‘event’ as well as the event itself. I think I like restorong order from chaos! I don’t have a dishwasher and there is something very satisfying about a pile of sparkly dishes and a clean sink. Brings out my inner housewife.

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  2. Alys Williams says:

    Turkey. For the first time for a number of years I am cooking Christmas dinner for friends regardless of lockdown rules, tier rules or any other kind of diktat from the pathetic saps who are runing this country. Unusually, I prefer the dark meat from the thigh and leg to the breast but it is the extra bits and pieces that I really like. Oooh and leftover meat sandwiches with cold stuffing, pickles and butter so thick you can see the tooth marks. But that is Christmas and today is Thanksgiving for our lovely Stateside chums so enjoy the day, eat lots, have fun and try to put aside all the nonsense that has been hurled about in increasingly large amounts this past year for a few hours at least. And remember, Biden has not yet been declared winner of the presidential election and wondrous things can, and do, happen when you least expect them. So, from this side of the Atlantic I am still keeping all things that can be crossed, crossed, and praying for the right side to win. MAGA!!!!!

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    • audremyers says:

      Oh, yes!!! But you’ll have to save some of the turkey skin for 39! He already put his bid in. I love your description of ‘the extra bits and pieces”. Day after is always better food and I, too, love cold stuffing! As the commercial used to tell us, they’re Mmm, Mmm good!

      Thank you for your well wishes and MAGA – from your mouth to God’s ear!

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  3. JessicaHoff says:

    As chief cook and bottle-washer here, that made me laugh ๐Ÿ˜‚. Happy Thanksgiving to all of you xx

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  4. audremyers says:

    Alys Williams – I wouldn’t let information get around. There’ll be long lines of men at your door.

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  5. audremyers says:

    Neo – video game? board game? bored game?

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  6. the unit says:

    “Iโ€™m grateful, this Thanksgiving Day…(all in between)……..You who share your life experience with me…”
    I read and enjoyed early. But I’ve waited until all fixin’s today was prepared to tell this experience. Just in case history could repeat.
    Reminded of years ago my parents and my wife’s parents were coming over for Thanksgiving dinner.
    She (we had) put the turkey in to cook and thought all was going well. But for an hour or maybe more didn’t realize one of the heating elements was out. What to do when we found out?
    Well, back then we owned and lived in the top apartment of a two story building, one below. It was rented to “Tinney”, a sweetheart in her 80’s, who was gone to a relatives for the occasion.
    Went down and finished the cooking in her apartment. She was glad we did.
    Our dinner went well. Marriage not so much. Different wife now for 39 years. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  7. audremyers says:

    NEO – wild cards are for kids and people with memory a lot better than mine, lol.


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