It turned out I was the one to commit pumpkincide, however. We were both up late making pies, and as Sora's energy began to wane, I found a friend in the M*A*S*H* movie and stayed up with a pie whose filling refused to set. At 2am it decide to start burning, and I decided I ought to call it quits while Frank Burns and Hot-lips were still ahead.
The turkey, although a primary component of thanksgiving, is not the be-all end-all (except for some like me). So the table had to be perfect, and the ladies did a wonderful job job making it so.
And to our dear friend, whose fate was sealed the day she was born, we thank you for feeding us. Sorry about the rapid and border-line violent thawing measures, but we had to get you in the oven!
And as we go into this next week with turkey sandwiches and turkey soup, I look forward to the day I can make turkey again...maybe Christmas? Thus ended the best holiday there is. one without materialistic assumptions, religious conotations, ethnic exclusions, nor modern political scores to settle. Though there is always a bone to pick (in this case literally and figuatively) with such a statement, Thanksgiving remains my favorite holiday because of its inclusivity and universality among North Americans.
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