don't tell her about the turkey

[mistressindi]

I will now share with you my favorite Thanksgiving story of ever. Ever.My grandmother, as you know, grew up during the Great Depression. She operated a little differently than most folks did in the consume-and-dispose eighties. She'd rinse and reuse butter tubs, she'd save twisties from bread bags, she'd melt down little withered slivers of soap

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[extraneousrooot]

Hahahahahahahahaha

I wish I could have met your grandma.

[mistressindi]

She was 100% hard-boiled awesome.

And she cussed quite profusely, but only ever in Estonian. Kurat! Kurat! KURAT!

[classicnutmeg]

man that's awesome!!!! we have a cat poo on platter story but I can't remember all the details enough to share the love. lol

[mistressindi]

A WHAT ON THE WHAT?!?

This is a story I've gotta hear.

[desertwillow]

I agree, Meg. I need to hear this story!

[classicnutmeg]

My mom won't tell me now!! lol It's that bad! haha!

[maiasaura]

Ahhh, those types were and are a hoot. And you know, Julia Child would drop a roast on the floor, on the air, look around, while on camera, pick it up, dust it off, and "shhhh! Your guests will NEVER know." Julia Child!

[mistressindi]

I'm not sure that she ever watched Julia Child, though for what it's worth, I'm the same way about food.

Not that I've ever served sink-pasta to people, or floor-pizza, or anything like that. Nope. Not me, not ever.

[desertwillow]

That was amazing. You're grandmother sounds like she was a hell of a woman.

[mistressindi]

She was awesome. I miss her, still - probably will the rest of my life.

[h1joly]

Thanksgiving 2003ish. Cast: me, my mom, my stepdad, my stepdad's obnoxious father (aka Big Mike), our (now late) beloved black lab, Ashley