Anxiety Turkey
Anxiety attack in the supermarket. They are so weird when they happen because everything seems under control and suddenly your heart is pounding and your breathing gets weird and there's this heavy pressure on your chest. Better now, and fighting urge to go to sleep. What the hell is going on with me I don't know.
Thanksgiving this year is going to be at the Willnauer/Velmar residence in Copiague so Keith's elderly grandmother can attend. Weezer Jr. is aready planning menu, which includes a brussell sprout casserole thing. I love brussel sprouts but think the Willnauer/Velmar clan are violently opposed to them. Will have to check this and get back to chef Jr. Jr. has also mentioned an asparagus bread thing that sounds a little strange to me. I am going to cook the turkey (yes Jr., I want to do it this year and put those little paper lace things on the legs.) Children will be required to sing the Mr. Turkey song before eating:
Mr. Turkey
Mr. Turkey
Big and Fat,
Big and Fat,
We are going to eat you,
We are going to eat you,
Just like that (SNAP..with hand gesture)
Just like that (SNAP!)
Anxiety attack in the supermarket. They are so weird when they happen because everything seems under control and suddenly your heart is pounding and your breathing gets weird and there's this heavy pressure on your chest. Better now, and fighting urge to go to sleep. What the hell is going on with me I don't know.
Thanksgiving this year is going to be at the Willnauer/Velmar residence in Copiague so Keith's elderly grandmother can attend. Weezer Jr. is aready planning menu, which includes a brussell sprout casserole thing. I love brussel sprouts but think the Willnauer/Velmar clan are violently opposed to them. Will have to check this and get back to chef Jr. Jr. has also mentioned an asparagus bread thing that sounds a little strange to me. I am going to cook the turkey (yes Jr., I want to do it this year and put those little paper lace things on the legs.) Children will be required to sing the Mr. Turkey song before eating:
Mr. Turkey
Mr. Turkey
Big and Fat,
Big and Fat,
We are going to eat you,
We are going to eat you,
Just like that (SNAP..with hand gesture)
Just like that (SNAP!)
posted by MJ at 3:29 PM
13 Comments:
I am crying into my morning coffee because I won't be allowed to make a brussel sprout dish on Thanksgiving day. Not only that, but Weezer Sr. is insisting on making the turkey!! I guess turning 40 is as awful as it sounds....sigh. Please remember to baste the turkey, nothing is worse than a dry turkey!!!
We won't be having this on Thanksgiving.
Dove Mignon
8 dove breasts
1 cup prepared Good Seasons Italian Dressing
8 strips thick, smoked bacon
- Marinate dove breasts at least 1 hour in dressing
- Drain dove. Wrap a strip of bacon around each dove,
securing with a toothpick.
- Cook dove on a grill 3 minutes per side for small
breasts and 5 minutes per side for larger breasts.
Serve immediately.
you are a sick, sick girl. This recipe is making ME physically sick. I have spoken to Willnauer/Velmars and we are united in a stance against cornish hens for thanksgiving as you suggested. The mighty Velmar sides with me on the idea of tradional holiday fare. She said "I do not want a whole bird thrown on my plate" and went on to describe some disgusting European meal where people stick small sparrows into their mouthes, suck off the meat and spit the bones on the plate.
I am going back to my people in Holland.
Ah, Holland I have such fine gastronomic memories of the place...whole eels with the heads on as takeout food, and the lovely marmalade wth bright green mold growing on it that one of your people handed me to spread on my morning toast!
That is not fair! The Dutch do not normally eat moldy marmalade! The man who gave you that marmalade was mentally ill and off his meds! The Dutch normally eat lovely buttered bread with chocolate jimmies for breakfast!
I notice you do not address the eels wrapped in butcher paper as take out snacks...little pointed teeth intact! And the dutch eat bread and butter with chocolate sprinkles on it? Ew.
You smell like rotten eggs!
Very mature Jr. You smell like Gouda.
Here's another recipe for you, Smelly.
Vidalia Onion Spread
1 cup coarsly chopped Vidalia onions (yummy!)
1 cup Hellmann's mayonnaise
1 cup grated Cheddar cheese
Paprika
- Combine onions, mayonnaise and cheese.
- Pour into 1 -quart baking dish.
- Sprinkle with paprika.
- Bake at 350 degrees for 25 minutes. Blot with paper towel to remove excess oil.
- Serve hot with triscuits.
I hear tell Dutch people go out to the fields, dig up onions and scarf them down right then and there, dirt and all. They get dirt rings around their dour dutchy mouths and smell bad all over. Go back to your people and you won't need the recipe!
I hear tell that at night after everyone is asleep, MJ puts on a tall pointy hat and a black cape and rides around on a broomstick, cackling into the night with her familiar Audrey at her side.
Yep, and tonight the destination is Bed Stuy. There's a very badly behaved beagle Audrey wants to get her claws on.
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