With Thanksgiving around the corner, the time for family gatherings, stuffed bellies and fun are officially upon we silly Americans. Around this particular campfire, we'll be hosting a little shindig for our adopted non-fam--the Texas friends we've made.
On the agenda? A little dead bird. A little gravy. A little stuffing. And a big reliance upon the goodness and taste of our fellows to bring other tasty treats, including that red, red kroovy without which Thanks-for-giving-me-triptophan would be incomplete. Of course, I'm talking cranberry sauce. Can't stand the stuff, myself. Other people like it, but the other people also like Michael Bay movies and Blu Ray--not to suggest these three items are even remotely similar. One is cool enough, one is blech and one is completely off my radar.
The real ish on hand is this: What will the friends bring? I'm betting against homemade stuff. Probably a can or two of store bought stuff--the kind that keeps the can lines once it has shlorped out and sits jiggling on the plate like some perpetual motion cranberry concoction. That sounds like the safer bet, so that's where I'll put my cash. Lower returns perhaps, but a safer bet regardless.
Then again, I've been known to lose my shirt on even safe bets. The only winning move, like the WHOPPER warned in that cold war classic flick Wargames, is not to play.
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