For some reason I'm reminded of that episode of WKRP in Cincinnati, where Mr. Carlson unleashes a bunch of turkeys for a Thanksgiving Day promotion and discovers that turkeys can't fly.
This isn't about them flying, but it is turkeys in the airport. Deep-fried turkeys, to be exact. Seems many people at Dulles International Airport weren't too happy when they found out that someone had served a deep fried turkey at a holiday party at the airport last week. In a letter to management, a spokesman for the air traffic controller's union said he couldn't believe someone would deep fry a turkey (always a tricky thing to do even in the safest of circumstances) in an area where it is "surrounded by carpet, linoleum, an airport, aircraft, a control tower, thousands if not millions of gallons of jet fuel and thousands of passengers and employees."
A fire marshal on the scene made them turn the cooker off, but the FAA says they did nothing wrong.
So one of my duties this Christmas at my sister's house (I'm also making
We all know the jokes that are made every year when it comes to fruitcake. The same one has been going around the globe, passed from person to person, for the past 40 years, nobody likes fruitcake, fruitcake is a bad gift, etc. But let's talk about food beyond that cliche. What are some of the usual Christmas foods that you don't like or are overrated? What food does your family serve when you go back home and you dread it, even though you don't want to tell the person who cooked it that you've never liked it?
I just got off the phone with my sister. Looks like we're doing something different for Christmas this year. Instead of the usual turkey and stuffing and veggies, we're going with a mix: a ham, lasagna, casseroles, green bean salad, antipasto. Oh, and desserts. Lots and lots of desserts, including a half dozen different pies, brownies, cookies, candy, and other things. Whatever progress I made exercising the past few weeks is going to vanish, quickly.
I have a confession to make (let it out Bob, confession is good for the soul). Two, actually. Not only have I never made my own eggnog for Christmas, I usually just buy the store bought stuff. Yeah, I know.










