Hope you all enjoy this
Gary & Ellen Wilkinson
Utah Salt Flats Racing Association
In the spirit of the season . . .
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> Martha Stewart will NOT be dining with us this Thanksgiving. I'm
telling you in advance, so don't act surprised.
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> Since Ms. Stewart won't be coming, I've made a few small changes: Our
sidewalk will not be lined with homemade, paper bag luminaries. After a
trial run, it was decided that no matter how cleverly done, rows of flaming
lunch sacks do not have the desired welcoming effect. Once inside, our
guests will note that the entry hall is not decorated with the swags of
Indian corn and fall foliage I had planned to make. Instead, I've gotten
the kids involved in the decorating by having them track in colorful autumn
leaves from the front yard. The mud was their idea.
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The dining table will not be covered with expensive linens, fancy china, or
crystal goblets. If possible, we will use dishes that match and everyone
will get a fork. Since this IS Thanksgiving, we will refrain from using the
plastic Peter Rabbit plate and the Santa napkins from last Christmas. Our
centerpiece will not be the tower of fresh fruit and flowers that I
promised.
> Instead we will be displaying a hedgehog-like decoration hand-crafted
from the finest construction paper. The artist assures me it is a turkey.
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> We will be dining fashionably late. The children will entertain you
while you wait. I'm sure they will be happy to share every choice comment
I have made regarding Thanksgiving, pilgrims and the turkey hotline.
Please remember that most of these comments were made at 5:00 a.m. upon
discovering that the turkey was still hard enough to cut diamonds. As
acompaniment to the children's recital, I will play a recording of tribal
drumming. If the children should mention that I don't own a recording of
tribal drumming, or that tribal drumming sounds suspiciously like a frozen
Turkey in a clothes dryer, ignore them. They are lying.
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> We toyed with the idea of ringing a dainty silver bell to announce the
start of our feast. In the end, we chose to keep our traditional method.
We've also decided against a formal seating arrangement. When the smoke
alarm sounds, please gather around the table and sit where you like. In
the spirit
of harmony, we will ask the children to sit at a separate table. In a
separate room. Next door.
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> Now, I know you have all seen pictures of one person carving a turkey in
front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers. This will not be happening at
our dinner. For safety reasons, the turkey will be carved in a private
ceremony. I stress "private" meaning: Do not, under any circumstances,
enter the
kitchen to laugh at me. Do not send small, unsuspecting children to check
on my progress. I have an electric knife. The turkey is unarmed. It
stands to reason that I will eventually win. When I do, we will eat.
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> I would like to take this opportunity to remind my young diners that
"passing the rolls" is not a football play. Nor is it a request to bean
your sister in the head with warm tasty bread. Oh, and one reminder for
the adults: For the duration of the meal, and especially while in the
presence of young diners, we will refer to the giblet gravy by its
lesser-known name:
> Cheese Sauce. If a young diner questions you regarding the origins or
type of Cheese Sauce, plead ignorance. Cheese Sauce stains.
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> Before I forget, there is one last change. Instead of offering a choice
between 12 different scrumptious desserts, we will be serving the
traditional pumpkin pie, garnished with whipped cream and small
fingerprints. You will still have a choice; take it or leave it.
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> Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. She
probably won't come next year either. I am thankful.
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