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Mom arrived into town on the Friday before Thanksgiving. In shopping around for our groceries to make the perfect Thanksgiving fixins, we wound up going from store-to-store in search of the ideal-sized Turkey breast that would fit into the Slow Cooker giving us plenty to nibble on Thanksgiving day without leaving so many leftovers that we were sick of Turkey by the weekend.
In addition, we got sweet potatoes for souffle, green beans for casserole, eggs to devil, pears for pear salad, water chestnuts for 7-layer, cherries to make Yum Yum, and the ever-popular canned cranberry sauce. As for the corn meal to make dressing, that was shipped directly from Georgia since finding mix here in Southern Cal is impossible (aside from that sugary crap from Jiffy).
The day before Thanksgiving, Mom and I decided to have a little fun with the Mouse and made a trip down to Anaheim to visit Disneyland. We figured it to be the best day to see the park since most normal folks would be with their families on the day. Yeah... uh... no. The park was jam packed with people all wanting to ride the same dang rides we fancied!
But, having worked at Disney World in Florida taught me how to time some of the more popular rides just right... and we managed to see and do everything we wanted to... until tired out bods would go no more. We rode the new Space Mountain, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, toured the Haunted Mansion which had been redecorated for Christmas, sang with the best in It's A Small World, shot targets with all our might in Buzz Lightyear (sorry to announce Mom beat my score by about 10,000 points - she sucks!!!- I swear she hit some super secret target worth millions), we Tiki Tiki-ed with the birds, sailed on the Jungle Cruise, and lots more.
We had fun, but I have to say that Disneyland in no way compare to Disney World.
But we had to do something to celebrate... I got SAG! That's right. "Doris, you just got SAG, now what are you going to do?" You guessed it. Disneyland. Yes, yes. Congratulate me. Huge milestone, man.
So, anyway. Next day, we strolled into the kitchen with bare feet and tired eyes from our day with the Mouse. We pulled out the ole Slow Cooker to begin cooking our turkey. Pulled the plastic away from the Turkey and sheewee!!!
Dang thing was as rotten as Austin Powers' teeth. Just stank! It about made me and Mom throw up on the spot. We near about fought over who was taking the rank thang down to the dump four floors down in the garage.
Yick. The thought of that awful smell makes me nauseated even now.
Luckily, we had a spare. Yep. So, we did have turkey afterall.
And so did Beau. He discovered he LOVES turkey.
Round about 4pm, all three of us were passed out on the porch, the chair, and the floor (respectively) with big fat full belly bums. Me, Mom, and Beauregard.
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Mom arrived into town on the Friday before Thanksgiving. In shopping around for our groceries to make the perfect Thanksgiving fixins, we wound up going from store-to-store in search of the ideal-sized Turkey breast that would fit into the Slow Cooker giving us plenty to nibble on Thanksgiving day without leaving so many leftovers that we were sick of Turkey by the weekend.
In addition, we got sweet potatoes for souffle, green beans for casserole, eggs to devil, pears for pear salad, water chestnuts for 7-layer, cherries to make Yum Yum, and the ever-popular canned cranberry sauce. As for the corn meal to make dressing, that was shipped directly from Georgia since finding mix here in Southern Cal is impossible (aside from that sugary crap from Jiffy).
The day before Thanksgiving, Mom and I decided to have a little fun with the Mouse and made a trip down to Anaheim to visit Disneyland. We figured it to be the best day to see the park since most normal folks would be with their families on the day. Yeah... uh... no. The park was jam packed with people all wanting to ride the same dang rides we fancied!
But, having worked at Disney World in Florida taught me how to time some of the more popular rides just right... and we managed to see and do everything we wanted to... until tired out bods would go no more. We rode the new Space Mountain, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, toured the Haunted Mansion which had been redecorated for Christmas, sang with the best in It's A Small World, shot targets with all our might in Buzz Lightyear (sorry to announce Mom beat my score by about 10,000 points - she sucks!!!- I swear she hit some super secret target worth millions), we Tiki Tiki-ed with the birds, sailed on the Jungle Cruise, and lots more.
We had fun, but I have to say that Disneyland in no way compare to Disney World.
But we had to do something to celebrate... I got SAG! That's right. "Doris, you just got SAG, now what are you going to do?" You guessed it. Disneyland. Yes, yes. Congratulate me. Huge milestone, man.
So, anyway. Next day, we strolled into the kitchen with bare feet and tired eyes from our day with the Mouse. We pulled out the ole Slow Cooker to begin cooking our turkey. Pulled the plastic away from the Turkey and sheewee!!!
Dang thing was as rotten as Austin Powers' teeth. Just stank! It about made me and Mom throw up on the spot. We near about fought over who was taking the rank thang down to the dump four floors down in the garage.
Yick. The thought of that awful smell makes me nauseated even now.
Luckily, we had a spare. Yep. So, we did have turkey afterall.
And so did Beau. He discovered he LOVES turkey.
Round about 4pm, all three of us were passed out on the porch, the chair, and the floor (respectively) with big fat full belly bums. Me, Mom, and Beauregard.
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