Thanksgiving

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday.  Thanksgiving is not my favorite holiday.  I’m more of a Christmas, Birthdays, and even Easter.  I know Thanksgiving is a day for food, family, and friends.  The truth, is I eat food every day, so that is no big deal.  Both batches of my kids live nearby and I talk to them regularly.  I don’t need a holiday to get in a fight with any of them.

With all that said we had a very nice Thanksgiving.  The kids came over early.  They helped with the dinner prep and even stayed to help clean up.  They all took leftovers home, so I won’t be eating the same meal for the next six days.

We did have a break from our tradition.  We fried a turkey.

I was spending time on the internet looking for recipes for a new side dish.  I came across an outdoor air-fryer that is specifically for turkey, roast and such.  I thought it might be nice to shake up our Thanksgiving meal by frying a turkey.  I asked Elaine her thoughts and showed her the internet ad.  Elaine liked the idea but quickly reminded me of her Four Commandments.  No bending. Lifting, twisting or making purchases from the internet without her knowledge and/or blessing.

Elaine took over the search for the air-fryer and found three at a store in town.  The town air-fryers were thirty dollars less expensive than the internet models.  Lucky for me I am bound by the Fourth Commandment.

Of course, the story doesn’t stop there.  I drove to the store that said they had three air-fryers on site.  I walked around the store looking for them and I did the empty space in the shelves where they would be if they actually had them.  Not one to give up, I asked store personnel if they were somewhere else in the store.

Sure enough, I found the three, outside air-fryers on a shelf that was about chest high.  They came in boxes that were two feet by two feet by two feet.  The Four Commandments.  I was going to need help getting the outside air-fryer off the shelf.

The head cashier was very helpful.  She called for assistance to help me get the outside air-fryer onto my cart.  Imagine my surprise when a seventeen-year-old girl weighing about ninety pounds (I’m guessing) showed up, grabbed the box set it on my cart and said, “Is there any thing else I can do for you”?  “Ah, yeah, if I show you my scar will you put it in the trunk of my car”?

Boy Twin assembled the air-fryer Thanksgiving afternoon.  We air-fried the turkey in no time.  The kids said it was the best turkey we have ever had.

In the category of “Our crazy Lives” I received a phone call from Girl Twin.

Girl Twin: Where did you live before you and Grandma moved to the country?

Me:  In town, I’ve shown you the house.

Girl Twin:  Do you remember the address?

Me: Of course, 4600 Saddlebrooke Circle  (not a real address)

Girl Twin:  I am sitting in the driveway of that house.  I received a contract to clean the house.

Me:  Seriously!

Girl Twin:  I’m going to ask if I can take some photos of the inside

Me:  That would be great.  That will move you into first place for my favorite child.

Our daughter/granddaughter is cleaning a house twenty-two years after Elaine and I moved out of it.  I’m sad to report, she will not clean the house we live in now.

God Bless, Love ya.  Eat your leftovers.

Our crazy lives!

Monner