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OneBallBoi (imported) wrote: Fri Nov 29, 2013 6:34 am Heavy Cream not setting reminds of a time when someone else had a similar problem at a MoM. It was a real good laugh. As I recall, the excuse for that failure was a non cooled bowl.
JesusA wrote: Sat Nov 30, 2013 12:35 pm Our Thanksgiving was a very traditional one with just the immediate family. All the traditional foods and, other than a 24 pound turkey for 6 people, not too many leftovers to clog the refrigerator.
Today, however, my daughter had a grand "Hamsgivukah." She and her husband butchered one of their pigs and roasted a 90 pound carcass for 100+ guests. It was a potluck and guests brought enough food for at least a couple hundred additional people. One even brought a large set of traditional Jewish foods for Chanukah. Roast pork and matzoh anyone? Everyone brought at least one bottle of wine and, since there were winemakers in the crew, some brought several bottles. They competed to pour their own wines for everyone. I managed to limit myself to only five glasses, each from a different winery, three poured by the winemaker himself. While there was plenty of meat left at the end of 5 hours of feasting, the cracklings had all disappeared early. Even the crispy pig ears were gobbled down. At the end, I counted 19 pies on the table, along with various other dessert items. I broke down and had pecan and pumpkin pies and a scoop of cranberry crisp.
There were chickens underfoot to eat anything that dropped on the ground. Some of the kids made certain that the chickens got enough to eat. The ranch cats were going from lap to lap searching for petting and handouts - not necessarily in that order. A couple of guests brought well-behaved dogs. There were kids running everywhere and some kind of kid-game going on the lawn for the entire time.
I'm afraid to guess how much weight I put on in one extended meal.
Uncle Flo (imported) wrote: Sun Dec 01, 2013 7:47 am For the past two years my wife and I have been having Thanksgiving meals with her friend and the friends mother since her father died before Thanksgiving a couple of years ago and they have no other family. This year I made a new friend named Cowboy. He is a cross between an Australian shepherd and Corgi, a two year old rescued from Texas recently. He followed me around all day as if I were his mother and when I sat down he put his head on my foot and went to sleep. A real surprise since I was warned he does not like men. --FLO--