Thanksgiving Update
Wow, got kinda behind on the old blog during this extended holiday weekend... here’s the basic run-down:
WEDNESDAY: Gusty winds and stinging rain in Chicago turn to a full-blown snowstorm in Indiana. The combination of making 135 miles of progress in 7 hours and seeing overzealous driver after overzealous driver strewn about the roadside enticed us to sample the hospitality of the Green Briar Motor Lodge in Elkhart, IN.
THURSDAY: Over the river and through the wood to grandmother’s house we go... we arrive in time for Thanksgiving dinner. Our main course this evening: TURDUCKEN. For the unenlightened, that’s an entire chicken shoved inside of an entire duck shoved inside an entire turkey. Clearly, the duck got the worst deal of the lot.
FRIDAY: In a father-and-son-bonding-experience-turned-tradition, my Dad and I travelled to Waldo, Ohio for the third year in a row to savor their legendary haute-cuisine: fried balony sandwiches. Having a hard time imagining this delectable delicacy? Picture this: a half-inch slab of processed meat-food, stacked on a hamburger bun with a healthy slice of white onion and a handful of sweet pickles. Heartburn included, free of charge. And the exciting discovery of the day -- Grandma’s hot water heater is on the fritz. So no hot showers for the next few days...
SATURDAY: My Great-Uncle Jim has his annual family get-together at the party barn with about a hundred of my aunts, uncles, and cousins. Always starts with a rousing round of skeet shooting -- and my cousins are always kind enough to invite me to participate. I am probably the most anti-gun person you will ever meet, but I must confess that when you do nail one of those clay pigeons absolutely dead-on, and PULVERIZE that sucker into a fine mist of clay dust, that DOES feel really dang GOOD. This was followed by the family poker game (lost my shirt). And while the usual buckshot-and-venison chili and homemade turtle stew was no where to be found this year, I manageed to make due with 3 chili cheese dogs and a half-dozen cans of beer.
SUNDAY: Drive home in less time than it took to get to the Green Briar Motor Lodge on Wednesday. Shower for the first time in 3 days. Very sad to leave (don't get me wrong -- we really had a good time!), but it’s good to be home too.
WEDNESDAY: Gusty winds and stinging rain in Chicago turn to a full-blown snowstorm in Indiana. The combination of making 135 miles of progress in 7 hours and seeing overzealous driver after overzealous driver strewn about the roadside enticed us to sample the hospitality of the Green Briar Motor Lodge in Elkhart, IN.
THURSDAY: Over the river and through the wood to grandmother’s house we go... we arrive in time for Thanksgiving dinner. Our main course this evening: TURDUCKEN. For the unenlightened, that’s an entire chicken shoved inside of an entire duck shoved inside an entire turkey. Clearly, the duck got the worst deal of the lot.
FRIDAY: In a father-and-son-bonding-experience-turned-tradition, my Dad and I travelled to Waldo, Ohio for the third year in a row to savor their legendary haute-cuisine: fried balony sandwiches. Having a hard time imagining this delectable delicacy? Picture this: a half-inch slab of processed meat-food, stacked on a hamburger bun with a healthy slice of white onion and a handful of sweet pickles. Heartburn included, free of charge. And the exciting discovery of the day -- Grandma’s hot water heater is on the fritz. So no hot showers for the next few days...
SATURDAY: My Great-Uncle Jim has his annual family get-together at the party barn with about a hundred of my aunts, uncles, and cousins. Always starts with a rousing round of skeet shooting -- and my cousins are always kind enough to invite me to participate. I am probably the most anti-gun person you will ever meet, but I must confess that when you do nail one of those clay pigeons absolutely dead-on, and PULVERIZE that sucker into a fine mist of clay dust, that DOES feel really dang GOOD. This was followed by the family poker game (lost my shirt). And while the usual buckshot-and-venison chili and homemade turtle stew was no where to be found this year, I manageed to make due with 3 chili cheese dogs and a half-dozen cans of beer.
SUNDAY: Drive home in less time than it took to get to the Green Briar Motor Lodge on Wednesday. Shower for the first time in 3 days. Very sad to leave (don't get me wrong -- we really had a good time!), but it’s good to be home too.
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