Well, first off, we ain't frying no turkeys. Big sad face. In fact people here think I'm kidding when I tell them that I used to drop a whole turkey in a big vat of oil and fry it for less than an hour. They say that it sounds like something people up north of us would do ( like in Leeds or Liverpool). That is a dig, because everything north of London is called the north and is supposed to get less and less posh as you go up. Anyway, we will be having a Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday with the nine of us - our family (including Jonny) and the three guys who live with us; the Martins, from Pennsylvania; some from Ohio, some from Virginia, some from North Carolina and a couple of British spouses. We have imported canned pumpkin and pecans. This year I know that cornmeal is called polenta meal and is sold in the ethnic section of Sainsburys.
We will miss the football games and the Macy's day parade. I will miss the funny stories from those brave or goofy enough to think that going to the Galleria at 4:00 a.m. on Friday morning will be profitable and fun. I will miss my mom and the rest of the Gulledge family. I will most certainly be making Southern Living cornbread dressing in honor of my father and grandmother who have passed on. Happy Feasting to all.
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we had your fried turkey here in Moody! and the dressing, mustard greens, mashed potatoes, green beens, sweet potato thingy with brown sugar and pecans, steamed broccoli, bread, tea, and banana pudding and lemon cheese cake for dessert - yes, Anita's dad was in town!
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