Happy Thanksgiving, America!

…and their reaction when I asked for a model release…
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Little do they know, the poor silly things.

Or maybe they voted for Christmas...

Done with levity. From an ex-Canadian, former New Mexican, now an Australian in indonesia - confused, who me? - my very best wishes for this coming Thanksgiving. The planet ay be in somewhat of a mess, but we do have much to be thankful for even in this crazy-topsyturvy world.
 
Little do they know, the poor silly things.

Or maybe they voted for Christmas...

Done with levity. From an ex-Canadian, former New Mexican, now an Australian in indonesia - confused, who me? - my very best wishes for this coming Thanksgiving. The planet ay be in somewhat of a mess, but we do have much to be thankful for even in this crazy-topsyturvy world.
Confused? Well, as an Italian-American living in New Mexico, I'll be making my signature dish for Thanksgiving: I've dubbed it "Lasagna Ole" (and I can't get my computer to cooperate in putting the accent on the "e" in Ole. Spell it "Olay", and that's a whole other disgusting thought...). Lasagna with chicken, creamy pesto, parmigiano, mozzarella, and lots of green chiles. Fusion cuisine, or maybe con-fusion cuisine. You lived here, so you know; everything gets green chiles! Trust me, it's a dish to be thankful for. These days, ya take it where ya can find it...
 
For Thanksgiving lunch here, we're having...hell, I dunno. My wife and step-son are both good cooks and they've been discussing all kinds of exotic dishes with exotic spices and herbs. I'm a ham sandwich guy. I'll let them decide and I'll eat whatever it is. As long as I have wine with the meal. Good, cheap jug wine is okay. I'm easy.
 
Confused? Well, as an Italian-American living in New Mexico, I'll be making my signature dish for Thanksgiving: I've dubbed it "Lasagna Ole" (and I can't get my computer to cooperate in putting the accent on the "e" in Ole. Spell it "Olay", and that's a whole other disgusting thought...). Lasagna with chicken, creamy pesto, parmigiano, mozzarella, and lots of green chiles. Fusion cuisine, or maybe con-fusion cuisine. You lived here, so you know; everything gets green chiles! Trust me, it's a dish to be thankful for. These days, ya take it where ya can find it...
Sounds good to me! Everything tastes better with lots of green chilies.
 
This time of the year is tamale season in Texas, as I am sure it is in other places. We started buying our home made tamales from the same woman 40 years ago. Sadly, she passed but her granddaughter has kept the tradition alive and this year will be her first Thanksgiving selling her grandma's secret recipe tamales. We pick up our first order today and will pick up another order as we get closer to Christmas. My wife and I will spend Thanksgiving day with my daughter and her family and then return home later that night to some ice cold beer and hot tamales. It will then take me a couple of days to recover.
 
This time of the year is tamale season in Texas, as I am sure it is in other places. We started buying our home made tamales from the same woman 40 years ago. Sadly, she passed but her granddaughter has kept the tradition alive and this year will be her first Thanksgiving selling her grandma's secret recipe tamales. We pick up our first order today and will pick up another order as we get closer to Christmas. My wife and I will spend Thanksgiving day with my daughter and her family and then return home later that night to some ice cold beer and hot tamales. It will then take me a couple of days to recover.

Oh, man, tamales. When I lived in Baja the tamale lady came through on Thursday. I was always her last stop. I'd buy all that she had left. Chicken tamales. And in Baja they add in an olive with the pit, a green one. So look out. They were great. It was usually eight that she had left and four were eaten right after she left. Tamales, another part of Mexican Magic.

We have a Nicaraguan kitchen here in town with tamales, . . .
 
Someone is going to have an interesting T-Day!

It's been done, sorta... Back in 1975, I was living in a rural commune in West Virginia (I had just graduated from the school bus to the chicken coop. It had nice tie-dye curtains!). The stuffing for the Thanksgiving turkey was made with 'shrooms, with everyone's enthusiastic consent. I skipped the turkey, and had the venison instead, then sat back to watch the fun. Let's just say that things went south not long after dinner; no one had their shit together at that point. Yes, an interesting T-Day. Very Norman Rockwell, with a counter-cultural twist.
 
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