Thanksgiving
My view of Thanksgiving was skewed by my Father’s attitude. Having grown up on a poultry farm, he saw the holiday as the culmination of weeks of work “processing” dozens of turkeys to be frozen and readying a few dozen more for fresh delivery. We generally ate ham when he was alive.
Having been on my Grandfather’s farm at this time of year I can understand my Dad’s attitude: our meal was subject to interruption by people picking up a fresh turkey at the last minute. A sale is a sale when you are in business for yourself.
Thanks to Fox the WKRP turkey giveaway isn’t available on YouTube. Watching it was long a tradition at our house.
Enjoy your meal and try to forget about the world’s problems for a day – they’ll still be there on Friday.
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Whatever the meal have a Happy Thanksgiving Bryan.
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Happy Thanksgiving, Bryan.
The WKRP episode was absolute comedy genious.
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Oh my, the WKRP turkey drop episode… I have a friend who worked in radio as a station engineer at the time. He says that yeah, radio stations were a lot like WKRP back then. Sadly, they’ve become all corporate and centrally programmed now. He took me on a tour of the station back in 1988 or so, after they’d been taken over by Clear Channel. We walked into one of the transmission booths. We were the only two human beings in the radio station. We walked to the broadcast booths, all of them were empty. “Where’s the disk jockey?” I asked. “In Houston, I think. We get a big box of tapes once per week to put into the tape jukebox, another tape with the programming on it to slot into the jukebox’s control port, and the station just runs itself itself after that.” He pointed at a machine. A robot was going click, click and snicked a tape cartridge from a slot into a tape player. “What about live news?” “Oh, we don’t do that anymore. That would require hiring an actual body and paying his salary.” “But… how do you decide what music to play, without a disk jockey?” “We don’t, some company out of Texas does that.” “But what if someone calls in and makes a request?” “They get an answering machine, and we ignore the request.” “So why do you still have the record players and microphones here?” “Too much trouble and expense to rip them out.”
And you wonder why, when I’m on the road, I mostly listen to my iPod/iPhone hooked into my car stereo?
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There was a time when at 6AM I was saying “You are listening in to WRCU, the sound of the Chenago Valley at 640 kilohertz on your AM dial… and now the morning new…” which was read from the canary yellow paper roll off the AP feed with minor edits, then it was time to hit go on turntable 1 which had the Zombies “She’s not there”, followed by a short intro into the Rock Your Morning show, followed by what ever looked interesting from the pile of new 45s, an ad for the Bluebird Cafe, and then, maybe, shift to the carefully arranged and timed records put in the booth by the program manager. Ah, the good old days…
The turkey tacos are wonderful… with guacamole… of course.
Happy Thanksgiving
Happy T-day, Bryan and all of you out there… whether “T” is for Thanksgiving, turkey or tofu. Around here, we’re stuffed, and enjoying the clear if slightly chilly weather.
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Ha-ha, Bryan!
We had turkey today: one of those “parts is parts” frozen turkey things with it’s own gravy in it’s own aluminum foil roasting pan. Instant stuffing, too. The cats licked the plates. I think someone watched the football game.
Talk about your bare-bones holiday. 😀
The Left Coast seemed rather bereft of traditional American cuisine when I lived there, Jim. I know you can’t get a decent pumpkin pie unless you make it yourself, and there wasn’t a store in San Diego that sold ground cinnamon. I had to buy sticks and grind it myself. You also have to look far and wide to find pumpkin, instead of pumpkin pie filling, which is vile stuff. They also don’t sell lard, and I don’t know how you can make a proper pie crust without lard, as everything else melts and burns at the wrong temperature.
Happy T-day, Steve. I wasn’t going to leave a happy comment on a post about Newt.
Think of it this way, Аня, a turkey died, and that’s all that really matters. I always feed the cats turkey stuff on this day in hopes they will some day raid a turkey farm. 😉
curmudgeon cat would probably be willing to take out an entire turkey farm for you, though he prefers to snatch his poultry out of the sky.
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I wish the outdoor crew would, at a minimum, give pause to the gangs of doves who are gobbling down the kibble at the outdoor feeding bowls.
Occasionally you will see the remains of one, but every afternoon there are a dozen or so doves perching on the side of the big feeding dishes and having an all they can eat buffet, while cats are lazing around. It’s really not something you would want to see. Does damage to the killer image of feral cats everywhere.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I made turkey and ravioli… yum. Pumpkins are in short supply this year so it was apple pie here.
The turkey episode is on Hulu, btw.
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Does damage to the killer image of feral cats everywhere.
yep. cats, feral or not, know when they’ve got a good deal and they’re quite happy to let someone else do all the work.
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Thanks for the Hulu reference, Lady Min. There was a problem with the pumpkin crop this year, which will translate into a shortage in canned pumpkin next year. That means I’ll have to actually buy and cook pumpkin for pies, if I can find an “eating” pumpkin among the jack-o-lantern stock in most stores.
Well, I haven’t seen a rodent in forever, so they are still working at their primary job, replacing the snakes, but the doves are really annoying at 5AM.