Thanksgiving Ramblings

I think it's cruel to outfit the turkey with a miniature pilgrim hat before chopping his head off with an axe, but cake is good. Everyone likes cake.

-This year, since my brother and sister-in-law are still in Vegas and my aunt and uncle are in Florida, my mom, my cousin and I went to the fabulous Claudia Sander's Dinner House in Shelbyville, KY to eat their Thanksgiving Buffet. Someone said they were going to serve 2,000 people today. And you think you have dishes to clean.

-Since my brother doesn't have a blog, I'm going to tell the story of his worst Thanksgiving experience. One year he had just taken a job in Ohio; he was new to town and didn't know a soul. Since he had to work late on Wednesday and early on Friday, coming home for Thanksgiving wasn't much of an option.

He ended up eating Thanksgiving dinner, alone, at a Ponderosa "steakhouse" in Chillicothe, Ohio. He lived in nearby Waverly, Ohio, but all of the restaurants there were closed, so he had to drive to dine in such opulence. For those unfamiliar with the Ponderosa chain, it's a discount steak place not exactly known for turkey and all the fixin's.

In my brother's words: "The desperation in the restaurant was thick, my friend. I would have committed suicide, but I couldn't slit my wrist with the provided plastic spork." I'm sure he's having a better time today.

-Last Thanksgiving I ate lunch at a Fatburger in the Green Valley Ranch casino. I blogged about it and everything.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I hope no matter where life has you this year, you're spending Thanksgiving with people who care about you.

UPDATE: Perhaps I spoke too soon. I just got off the phone with my brother. The turkey he pre-ordered from Von's Supermarket was rancid when he cut into it, so he's spending Thanksgiving afternoon driving around Vegas looking for a bird that won't kill everyone who eats it.