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· 30TH OF NOVEMBER, THE YEAR 2003I’LL LEARN YOU GOOD
Lessons learned from first Thanksgiving:
- Yams are huge, pale tubers that do not turn into moist, savory, orange sweet potatoes when roasted. May be mislabeled at supermarket.
- Big carrots do not like to roast. Slice them into submission.
- 17 lb birds need more than three days to thaw. In case of residual freezage, DO NOT PANIC. Instead, thaw bird by the most unsanitary method at hand, i.e. in a sink full of luke-warm water. All will be well.
- That weird looking bony intestine inside the bird is actually it’s neck, thoughtfully cleaved and stowed in the main cavity for your convenience.
- Pie crusts are not impossible to make.
- Pie crusts to do not prevent the spillage of burning hot pie juice onto exposed flesh.
- Flesh need not be exposed to suffer pie juice attack. In fact, the protection of hand-wear designed for use with an autoclave may not even hinder the progress of that dastardly fluid.
- Do not fear the cranberry. The cranberry is your friend.
I will probably also post some more of the tide charts I’ve been fiddling with tomorrow, when I have access to a graphically capable machine.
Roight. Tide data came from NOAA CO-OPS, and the moon data came from the U.S. Naval Observatory. Also, according to NOAA, the MLLW is “A tidal datum. The average of the lower low water height of each tidal day observed over the National Tidal Datum Epoch. For stations with shorter series, simultaneous observational comparisons are made with a control tide station in order to derive the equivalent datum of the National Tidal Datum Epoch. ”





3 COMMENTS
I like how the last tides graphic tides looks like a fish.
I know my grandma liked chicken neck. Not sure what her feelings were on its turkey counterpart. I would think she liked it too, though. So yes, people do eat it you culturally insenstive bastard! :-P
Fill the Cavity with Crumbs
by Susan Kinsolving
We were divorcing, but after giving Thanks-
giving. It was all relative with relatives. Every-
one came wanting: to grate, mash, carve, or
strain. It was a strain. Who knew a frozen
turkey took three days to thaw? We hauled
boiling water to the bathtub. Fowl was
the noun, but quickly became adjectival.
My almost-ex overcooked cranberries until
they exploded across his shirt like a machine gun,
proving him, the victim. The garbage disposal
jammed and overflowed as our cousin waltzed in
with her special dish, lurid whipped yams, dotted
with mini-marshmallows in a heart shape around
a big smiley face. I eyed the mace. Uncle Ed said
an ecumenical grace. Drunk, Aunt Dede described
her sister’s ”firm grasp of the superficial,” then
added, ”Make this insult official.” My mother
replied, ”I won’t cry. Because someday I’m going
to die.” After a long pause, eight people said
they’d have to skip the pie and say an early
goodbye. Dad called it ”mincing the mince.”
Quite undone, he laughed alone at his pun.
For me, the day seemed endlessly long. But I
was thankful nothing had really gone wrong.