Thanksgiving

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.

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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.

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