Living in Iowa
Just a note about your word choice. IMO being RIGHT (in the political sense) is a dissociative disorder. Being CORRECT or INFORMED isn’t.
I haven’t had pigeon since I was in my early teens. My Dad raised them for a hobby and those not suitable for pigeon shows would end up being made into a thick, meaty gravy by my Mom. All dark meat (with a taste that reminded me of pheasant) and yummy over biscuits or toast. Leftovers (if any) for breakfast if I got there early.
You want the turkey to be “empty” before you place it on that fine linen tablecloth. Those kind of stains are hard to wash out. (Says the man that ruined many a t-shirt while carrying turkeys and geese on grandpa’s farm when young.)
I haven’t had goose in years. When I was young my parents raised a couple and the goose we had for was delicious. Unfortunately I rarely see it in the stores and shop at and they’re always quite pricey for my budget.
A few years before my Mom passed away she said she was “tired” of having turkey every Thanksgiving and Christmas. The tradition now for most of my siblings and me is lasagna or a pork loin roast.
I’ve never tasted a pecan pie I cared for. Although I politely accept a very small slice when offered (“Thank you. I’m a little full.”), it’s always like eating spoonfuls of brown sugar or maple syrup. Too sweet for my palate.
Correct. We readers got pulled in and spat out into an alternate universe where we see the final panel and things are slightly different from the first two in our universe.
I keep a list of my passwords in a password-protected zip file. Only have to remember that one password if I forget the others.
Tongue sandwiches are tasty. I like to brown both sides of slow cooked slices in a skillet with a couple of thin onion slices, then put it on a nice dark bread (pumpernickel being best IMO) and smear with a little horseradish.
As one of my uncles use to say: “God was passing out sh*t, they thought He said wit, and demanded a double portion in their head.”