PALM BEACH TREE TURKEY AND TOFU TALK
Woof, Kids!
Here it is the Friday before T-Day. Can you believe that? May I say...it is a GORGEOUS morning here in The Palm Beaches. Enough talk of the dawning morning. Um, I think it is the responsibility of the Diva-Dog to get our Thanksgiving menu rolling. Come on, let me be honest though...ANY little activity having to do with food is a grand thing with any self-respecting Cavi. FOOD...doesn't get any better than that.
Kids, there was plenty of time last evening for the Diva to pursue menu planning, paw stretching, Turner Classic Movie viewing and rawhide chewing. You got it, the peeps ditched my fluffy self at the dumb condo and hit up City Place with a buddy. Oh, yeah...happy hour...strolling around the plaza...gazing upon the fabulous decorations and fabulous tree. Good times...for THEM! Ahem.
Enough of that...now, back to the important stuff...the upcoming food-feast holiday. The Mool keeps watching the Food Network Thanksgiving specials, making lists and casting glazed-over eyes upon a load of cookbooks and on-line recipes. Why bother? We ALL know what her menu will probably be, okay? If you REALLY know her...you know what I'm saying and how the entire turkey day, typically, goes down.
Don't really know her? Check in with B, or a few important others in her tiny circle of friends. The Mool just LOVES to fuss over the food, table decorations and dress for the occasion. Why not try to make everything special...that's her motto. The Diva's motto? Wait...when I get one I will let you know.
No question, she does tend to DRAG IT OUT...all the dressing up and sitting, sitting, sitting at the fancy table shenanigans. For The Love of Lassie!
Actually, the Diva is good with the peeps hanging out at the table for extended periods of time...anything revolving around food and junk meets with grand approval. You just never know where this adventure will take you...random nibbles hitting the floor, if you get my drift...and I think you do.
Speaking of nibbles, any of you mutts and pups know anything about the delectable taste of turkey? What? You're in the same gravy boat as the Diva, eh? No turkey morsels for hounds just seems wrong. Tofu drumsticks just do NOT reflect the true meaning of the special day.
Ah, and it is a special day, huh? I prolly previously mentioned how our B has always felt about this par-tik food-fest. Not so much now, but as a kid he always expressed semi-skepticism about the whole Indians and Pilgrims celebration scenario. You gotta understand he majored in history in college, so he tends to get all scholarly on certain topics, especially of the historical variety...always has. Scholarly? Where the heck did that come from? I mean I know Gaz and Moolie...just sayin'.
Basically, he wondered about it...the Indians...the Pilgrims...what really went down, etc. To sum up (we should have realized early on he would pursue a career in the logic and fairness of law)...he said it simply sounded like the Pilgrims feasted with the Indians and then dismissed them with a..."thank you, we will take it from here."
Hm. That's really is about the size of it when you think about it. Well, we won't...we'll just make a bunch of pies and other sweet and savory dishes, get dressed up and lift a glass of moderately (possibly cheap) priced wine to the Indians. Okay, AND the Pilgrims.
Now, get busy planning the menu for YOUR peeps...OR...go get your weekend howl on. Whatever works for ya.
Bark at me!
Visit, www.gazmooliegallery.com
Here it is the Friday before T-Day. Can you believe that? May I say...it is a GORGEOUS morning here in The Palm Beaches. Enough talk of the dawning morning. Um, I think it is the responsibility of the Diva-Dog to get our Thanksgiving menu rolling. Come on, let me be honest though...ANY little activity having to do with food is a grand thing with any self-respecting Cavi. FOOD...doesn't get any better than that.Kids, there was plenty of time last evening for the Diva to pursue menu planning, paw stretching, Turner Classic Movie viewing and rawhide chewing. You got it, the peeps ditched my fluffy self at the dumb condo and hit up City Place with a buddy. Oh, yeah...happy hour...strolling around the plaza...gazing upon the fabulous decorations and fabulous tree. Good times...for THEM! Ahem.
Enough of that...now, back to the important stuff...the upcoming food-feast holiday. The Mool keeps watching the Food Network Thanksgiving specials, making lists and casting glazed-over eyes upon a load of cookbooks and on-line recipes. Why bother? We ALL know what her menu will probably be, okay? If you REALLY know her...you know what I'm saying and how the entire turkey day, typically, goes down. Don't really know her? Check in with B, or a few important others in her tiny circle of friends. The Mool just LOVES to fuss over the food, table decorations and dress for the occasion. Why not try to make everything special...that's her motto. The Diva's motto? Wait...when I get one I will let you know.
No question, she does tend to DRAG IT OUT...all the dressing up and sitting, sitting, sitting at the fancy table shenanigans. For The Love of Lassie!
Actually, the Diva is good with the peeps hanging out at the table for extended periods of time...anything revolving around food and junk meets with grand approval. You just never know where this adventure will take you...random nibbles hitting the floor, if you get my drift...and I think you do.
Speaking of nibbles, any of you mutts and pups know anything about the delectable taste of turkey? What? You're in the same gravy boat as the Diva, eh? No turkey morsels for hounds just seems wrong. Tofu drumsticks just do NOT reflect the true meaning of the special day.
Ah, and it is a special day, huh? I prolly previously mentioned how our B has always felt about this par-tik food-fest. Not so much now, but as a kid he always expressed semi-skepticism about the whole Indians and Pilgrims celebration scenario. You gotta understand he majored in history in college, so he tends to get all scholarly on certain topics, especially of the historical variety...always has. Scholarly? Where the heck did that come from? I mean I know Gaz and Moolie...just sayin'.
Basically, he wondered about it...the Indians...the Pilgrims...what really went down, etc. To sum up (we should have realized early on he would pursue a career in the logic and fairness of law)...he said it simply sounded like the Pilgrims feasted with the Indians and then dismissed them with a..."thank you, we will take it from here."
Hm. That's really is about the size of it when you think about it. Well, we won't...we'll just make a bunch of pies and other sweet and savory dishes, get dressed up and lift a glass of moderately (possibly cheap) priced wine to the Indians. Okay, AND the Pilgrims.
Now, get busy planning the menu for YOUR peeps...OR...go get your weekend howl on. Whatever works for ya.
Bark at me!
Visit, www.gazmooliegallery.com
Good Friday Morning Diva.
Well, let me tell you...It's all about the food around my digs. Mommy has gone shopping twice already this week. Many more times and their food is gonna spill over into my food space. That's gonna make me barking mad. I don't get any of the turkey, so, why should they get to use my shelf??? Now, last night Mommy and Daddy had fresh baked sweet potatoes with their country style ribs. You wanna talk about yummy!! Mommy put a little dab of that delectable potato with rib chibbles over my food. Talk about making my tummy smile, oh yeah!
At our digs, we are not like the pilgrims. No sir, I mean ma'am. It starts with Bloody Mary's (poor Mary) and continues on to a night cap of Brandy. As for me, I just hang out looking all Boston Big Eyed Cute (my words,ahem) and hoping for a tidbit of somethin', somethin' to hit the floor.
Mommy had Braums' Pumpkin Ice Cream last night. Now, you want to talk about lip-smackin', tummy smilin' yummy. She let me clean her bowl before putting it back in the cabinet (just kiddin').
Well, rain again in Arlington. I think a need my rubber duckie.
Have a howlin' marvelous weekend in the Sunshine State.
High (and very soggy) paws and nubbin' wags to ya.
Boston-Bitsy
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Hey Diva.
I have a P.S. for ya.
Moolie and her friend look gorgeous and very festive.
Of course, I think Moolie is the mostest beautiful human I know (next to Mommy).
That is a marvelous place they are visiting. Especially that wondrous tree.
See Ya.
Forgetful Bitsy
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Thank you, Bitsy. We are humbled.
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