When I was a kid, I hated Thanksgiving dinner. I didn’t like turkey, hated stuffing, didn’t even like the smell of everything being put together. The Thanksgiving that I spent with my Aunt and Uncle (who didn’t have a niece…that’s a good family story). My Aunt knew I didn’t like turkey and they fixed me a steak. Thanksgiving was better then. As time passed, I figured out that I was going to weigh in at 500+ if I didn’t start eating turkey and chicken instead of beef. So I ordered a turkey sandwich. It wasn’t bad at all. As a matter of fact, it was pretty good. Several years ago, I went somewhere with my Aunt and ordered something turkey and she says “I thought you didn’t like turkey…” Then the realization that I like turkey just fine, it’s my mother’s turkey that I don’t like. They over cook it to the point that gravy is necessary to rehydrate the bone dry meat. And I like stuffing fine too, if you don’t put gizzards and organ meat into it. I went to Hardcore’s home for dinner last night. I didn’t over eat, I skipped the bean casserole thing, skipped the stuffing, only had breast meat, salad, some really nice asparagus and some smashed potatoes. I had little bits of three desserts and felt great last night and great today. I passed on the gluttony in favor of making weight in Vegas. I was asked to bring wine. I brought
- 2003 Robert Keenan Zinfandel
- 2005 Willamette Valley Pinot Noir
- 2005 Gundlach Bundschu Pinot Noir
- 2005 Arrowood Syrah
- 2006 I’M Rose of Cabernet Savignion
That’s a pretty sporty wine list. Someone else brought a couple of bottles of Rombauer 2006 Chardonnay. I skipped the Danville crack. I have a bottle of that in my cellar and found yesterday a bottle of the 2003 Rombauer Chardonnay that I didn’t know I had. (I didn’t bring that, or the D2 I forgot I had).
Earlier in the day my Brother brought Loki over to play with Beauregard. For those of you who think that male Doberman’s don’t get along, I present Loki and Beauregard.
And here’s dear old Dad trying to get the boys to do God only knows what, but they didn’t do it, so all is right in the dog world.