The Pilgrims brought frying pans, iron pots, kettles, wooden spoons and mortar pestle sets (a great wedding gift) with them on the Mayflower. A year after their arrival, they, meaning the four surviving wives, used these simple tools and fire to create the feast that we still cherish. As we gather together, let us remember that the hallowed first Thanksgiving dinner was 3 days long, featured games and involved 150 guests who ate an abundance of roast meat and stewed fish
Although the first Thanksgiving was a big production, it turns out that Miles and friends had it much easier than we do now. If you were on Family Feud you might guess that the top Thanksgiving quandary is whether to bag or baste your turkey. Think again. I don’t know exactly how much trouble an iron pot could wreak, but as you may know, your kitchen appliances have conspired to thwart your Rockwellian dreams. Oh, you didn’t know? I’ll wait while you Google disposal problems on Thanksgiving– 381,000 hits. Get more specific and add kitchen appliances and you will have 1,230,00 posts to ponder
Sometime between midnight the night before and noon on the big holiday, your oven will cease to heat, your dishwasher will leak, and your stove’s back burners will go dark. These appliance problems are described on the internet as Holiday Horror Stories.
But wait, there’s more. Under the headline of Party Poopers, we learn that disposals cause the most mayhem on Thanksgiving, as I said, 381,000 hits worth of problems. That’s because disposals were placed in your kitchen to create a loud noise when the best part of the TV show comes on or when you at long last get the call about your job interview. Disposals have nothing whatsoever to do with food. Absolutely nothing- and they definitely do not play well with mashed potatoes, bread or rice.
Speaking of party poopers, our family experienced that situation a few years ago on Turkey Day. We had finished the appetizers, prayed, admired the turkey, and passed the side dishes. As I reached for the glistening canned shaped cranberry solid substance, we heard the cry, “Help!” Even the Pilgrims would have paused their game of Duck, Duck, Goose to take stock. We pushed back from our chairs and waddled towards the screams and discovered that the toilet had come loose and had toppled over, guest and all. Yes, that’s right I mean the whole porcelain throne.
. We didn’t know it at the time, but that was our dear grandmother’s last Thanksgiving. We will never forget her. Word to the wise, as she always said.
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
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