Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Wishing you all a wonderful Thanksgiving

Since I likely won't have time to post anything tomorrow, I'm wishing you all a happy Thanksgiving a bit early.

First, a recipe that I recently came across that I can't recommend highly enough.  You should try this, even if you don't normally eat pecan pie.

Maple Pecan Pie (with Bourbon)
From the Chickens in The Road Blog

3 eggs
3/4 cup pure maple syrup
1/4 cup bourbon*
2/3 cup sugar
1/3 cup butter, melted
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 1/4 cups pecan halves
pastry for single-crust pie

*You can also use rum, whiskey, or brandy. If you don’t want to cook with alcohol at all, you can increase the maple syrup to 1 cup and add 1 teaspoon of rum extract in place of vanilla for the flavoring.

For the filling, whisk eggs lightly then add maple syrup, bourbon, sugar, butter, and vanilla. Load in the pecan halves and stir. Pour filling into pastry-lined pie plate. Bake on bottom oven rack at 350-degrees for 40-45 minutes.
It's simple, it's easy, and about the only thing else you might need to do is to make sure you've got some good vanilla ice cream to share the plate with it.
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A Turkey Speaks

I have never understood
why anyone would
roast the turkey
and shuck the clams
and crisp the croutons
and shell the peas
and candy the sweets
and compote the cranberries
and bake the pies
and clear the table
and wash the dishes
and fall into bed
when they could sit back
and enjoy a hamburger.

~Author Unknown

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I am thankful:

For the wife
Who says it's hot dogs tonight
Because she is home with me
And not out with someone else.

For the husband
Who is on the sofa
Being a couch potato
Because he is home with me
And not out at the bars.

For the teenager
Who is complaining about doing dishes
Because it means she is at home,
Not on the streets.

For the taxes I pay
Because it means
I am employed.

For the mess to clean after a party
Because it means I have
Been surrounded by friends

For the clothes that fit a little too snug
Because it means
I have enough to eat.

For my shadow that watches me work
Because it means
I am out in the sunshine.

For a lawn that needs mowing,
Windows that need cleaning,
And gutters that need fixing
Because it means I have a home.

For all the complaining
I hear about the government
Because it means
We have freedom of speech.

For the parking spot
I find at the far end of the parking lot
Because it means
I am capable of walking,
And I have been blessed with transportation.

For my huge heating bill
Because it means
I am warm.

For the lady behind me in church
Who sings off key
Because it means I can hear.

For the pile of laundry and ironing
Because it means
I have clothes to wear.

For weariness and aching muscles
At the end of the day
Because it means I have been
Capable of working.

For the alarm that goes off
In the early morning hours
Because it means
I am alive.

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I'm Drinking From My Saucer

I've never made a fortune,
And it's probably too late now,
But I don't worry about that much,
I'm happy anyhow.

As I go along life's journey,
I'm reaping better than I sowed,
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

I ain't got a lot of riches,
Sometimes the going gets rough,
But I got kids that love me,
That makes me rich enough.

I just thank God for his blessings,
And the mercy He has bestowed,
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

I remember times when things went wrong,
And my faith got a little thin,
But then all at once the dark clouds broke,
And the old sun broke through again.

So God, help me not to gripe,
About the tough rows I have hoed,
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage,
When the way gets steep and rough,
I won't ask for other blessings,
I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy,
To help another bear his load,
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

John Paul Moore

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May your stuffing be tasty

May your turkey plump,

May your potatoes and gravy

Have nary a lump.

May your yams be delicious

And your pies take the prize,

And may your Thanksgiving dinner

Stay off your thighs!

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