To All Our Family And Friends:
Just a note to let you know we are hoping to see you Thanksgiving Day. But ...
Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. I'm telling you
in advance, so don't act surprised.
Since Ms. Stewart won't be coming, I've made a few small changes:
Our sidewalk will not be lined with homemade, paper bag luminaries. After a
trial run, it was decided that no matter how cleverly done, rows of flaming
lunch sacks do not have the desired welcoming effect.
Once inside, our guests will note that the entry hall is not decorated with
the swags of Indian corn and fall foliage I had planned to make. Instead, I've
gotten the kids involved in the decorating by having them track in colorful
autumn leaves from the front yard. The mud was their idea.
The dining table will not be covered with expensive linens, fancy china, or
crystal goblets. If possible, we will use dishes that match and everyone
will get a fork. Since this IS Thanksgiving, we will refrain from using the
plastic Peter Rabbit plate and the Santa napkins from last Christmas.
Our centerpiece will not be the tower of fresh fruit and flowers that I
promised. Instead we will be displaying a hedgehog-like decoration
hand-crafted from the finest construction paper.
The artist assures me it is a turkey.
We will be dining fashionably late. The children will entertain you while
you wait. I'm sure they will be happy to share every choice comment I
have made regarding Thanksgiving, pilgrims and the turkey hotline.
Please remember
that most of these comments were made at 5:00 a.m. upon discovering that the
turkey was still hard enough to cut diamonds.
As accompaniment to the children's recital, I will play a recording of
tribal drumming. If the children should mention that I don't own a recording of
tribal drumming, or that tribal drumming sounds suspiciously like a
frozen turkey
in a clothes dryer, ignore them. They are lying.
We toyed with the idea of ringing a dainty silver bell to announce the start
of our feast. In the end, we chose to keep our traditional method. We've also
decided against a formal seating arrangement. When the smoke alarm sounds,
please gather around the table and sit where you like. In the spirit of
harmony, we will ask the children to sit at a separate table. In a
separate room. Next door.
Now, I know you have all seen pictures of one person carving a turkey in
front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers. This will not be happening at our
dinner. For safety reasons, the turkey will be carved in a private ceremony. I
stress "private" meaning: Do not, under any circumstances, enter the kitchen to
laugh at me. Do not send small, unsuspecting children to check on my
progress. I have an electric knife. The turkey is unarmed. It stands
to reason that I will eventually win. When I do, we will eat.
I would like to take this opportunity to remind my young diners that "passing
the rolls" is not a football play. Nor is it a request to bean your sister
in the head with warm tasty bread.
Oh, and one reminder for the adults: For the duration of the meal, and
especially while in the presence of young diners, we will refer to the
giblet gravy by its lesser-known name: Cheese Sauce.
If a young diner questions you regarding the origins or type of Cheese
Sauce, plead ignorance. Cheese Sauce stains.
Before I forget, there is one last change. Instead of offering a choice
between 12 different scrumptious desserts, we will be serving the traditional
pumpkin pie, garnished with whipped cream and small fingerprints. You
will still
have a choice; take it or leave it. I hope you aren't too
disappointed that Martha
Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. She probably
won't come next year either.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!
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