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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Thanksgiving Memory

I was about 11 or 12 when my Uncle Bob, his wife and their daughter came down to spend Thanksgiving Day with us. Now, this was a pretty big crew. Nice people but to say all three of them were a bit hefty would be a gross understatement.

We had a relaxing and uneventful family holiday. They stayed overnight and headed home in the morning. Now mom was a big napper. She loved her naps! It had to be mid-afternoon, she was waking up and she was hungry. She asked me to make her a turkey sandwich.

No problem. I headed downstairs. How hard could it be, right? Well, I couldn’t find the container that had the sliced turkey, so I got out the actual bird. I tried to cut some off.

Mom calls down to me and I told her I was working on it. A few minutes pass and she’s calling me again, annoyed that her very bright child can’t figure out how to make a damn turkey sandwich. Finally, she gets up and comes stomping down the stairs.

She looks at me. She looks at the turkey. She looks harder at the turkey. She then looks in the refrigerator. She can’t find the sliced turkey either. Turns out there was no meat on the turkey. Just a bare carcass. I'd been trying to cut the cartilage on the top.

Dad comes into the kitchen, looks at the bird and proceeds to state the obvious. There is no meat on the turkey. He goes back to the fridge and discovers that the Honey Baked Ham is conspicuously gone too. However, the hambone is there (picked clean but there).

Dad was the first to put two and two together, “They took all of the damn meat. They took all of it.”

We all stood in the kitchen. There wasn’t much to say.

A week later, my mom received a thank you note from Bob and family. It said, “Thank you so much for the wonderful Thanksgiving. We had turkey and ham sandwiches all week.”

Moral of the Story: When someone tells you to fix a plate, leave enough for the hosts to be able to fix a plate too.

Labels: Family, Memories

posted by SDC @ 2:38 PM

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