Just Shy of a Normal Family…

I knew I was in for a culinary treat this afternoon when Charlie’s wife brought in a big dish of her signature sliced pot-roast. Dad was carving a monster turkey with an electric carving knife. Mom was sitting in her reclining chair reading a book while my brother and brother-in-law watched football on TV. My sister and my sister-in-law were outside in the backyard policing the kids. Mom always says that if you don’t want small talk then pick up a book and read. She’s never met Jermaine Is what I whimsically thought as she made that statement. We had so much to choose from as far as the food was concerned.  I especially liked the cornbread dressing baked with big chunks of tender chicken intermingled throughout and what would dressing be without giblet gravy? I keep looking for those elusive giblets, but I still haven’t found any. We also had the ubiquitous French bean casserole topped with French fried onions. My father also cooked a macaroni and cheese casserole I request every year. Creamed potatoes and sweet potato soufflé rounded out the rest of the offerings. My father, the staunch secular humanist, even said a prayer of thanks before we ate as we stood around the table. When I asked him why he did that, he replied that his mother, a pious woman, would have liked it.  After all of that, the much consumed turkey’s tryptophan was causing me to get extremely drowsy. I drove home and collapsed into the bed with Maggie hot on my heels.
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