Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Okay my blog this week is supposed to be on my favorites food for thanksgiving
I have 2 lists what I used to eat and what I eat now
1 the bird I used to east a big piece of white meat and the turkey liver
2 the stuffing I used to love my mom stuffing with lots of gravy my mom recipe call for white bread pecan cranberry sauced and wine and sausage and ham
3 mashed potatoes with a lots of butter and gravy
4. bread oh the brad big loaf of white raisin bread with cinnamons crumbs on top
4 lots of wine
5. Sweet potatoes with sugar and cinnmon on top
6Pumpkin and mince meat pies
7 mac and cheeses
Now my new list f favorite thanksgiving food
I now love turkey but no turkey liver and a small piece
Okay how mashed potatoes s are still eaten but I take A MUCH SMALLER PORTION
3. STUFFING IS NOW VETRIAIAN STUFFING AND DONíT EVEN MISS THE MEAT
4. Bread I donít eat anymore
5I sweet potatoes depending how they made I might eat a little
TI might tried a piece of pie
8 our Mac and cheese is now made with cauliflower and very little cheese and might even be vegan . my sis tried a vegan mac and cheese a couple of week ago what was good
chief wear so many feathers?
To keep his wigwam.
Why did they let the turkey join the band?
Because he had the drumsticks
What happened to the Pilgrim who was shot at by an Indian?
He had an arrow escape.
'Twas the night of Thanksgiving,
but I just couldn't sleep...
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned...the dark meat and white,
but I fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation,
the thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
stuffing with gravy, green beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
with a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie
But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees...
Asked to write a composition entitled, "What I'm thankful for on Thanksgiving," a student wrote, "I am thankful that I'm not a turkey."
A turkey farmer was always experimenting with breeding to perfect a better turkey. His family was fond of the leg portion for dinner and there were never enough legs for everyone. After many frustrating attempts, the farmer was relating the results of his efforts to his friends at the general store get together. "Well I finally did it! I bred a turkey that has 6 legs!" They all asked the farmer how it tasted. "I don't know" said the farmer. "I never could catch the darn thing!"