Back when We Were A Family, it was Thanksgiving tradition to go to Longuyland to visit my cousins and aunt and uncle. They were a bit poor, I think maybe even bankrupt, but my cousins always seemed to get the latest, hottest and most expensive toys. So did my uncle come to think of it; every year my uncle had a bigger television and a louder stereo system. Neither he nor my aunt had a steady job. (He booked musicians for performances at weddings and such, she was a musician who performed at weddings and such.)
In any case, we always went to their house for the day which included the turkey meal and football on the huge television. One year we had Chinese food instead of turkey.
That’s it. That’s my story. Chinese food. On Thanksgiving.
Maybe they had mob ties…? 🙂
Happy Turkey Day, Mr. Spike.
I once had Chinese on Christmas. And it wasn’t because wild dogs ate our turkey, either. My family went to Denver and a Chinese restaurant was the only place open.
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