Thanksgiving

No, we do not recommend that one on the bottom.  It may or may not be false doctrine about polygamy. haha.

Banana Cream

Island Pecan

Thank you, Grandma.

Pre-Thanksgiving Festivities

This, my friends, is a very long story.

Last Christmas our uncle sent us a gift certificate for a smoked turkey.  It was awesome, except we happened to have a bunch of other meats at the time that we needed to use, so we put off ordering said turkey.

Fast forward ten months, and somehow the turkey gift certificate made it through our move and we remembered it and we were able to locate it.  The stars were aligned and now was the time to get the turkey.

Here's where it gets good.  I look at the gift certificate, and I notice it's just a piece of paper.  There's no code...my name isn't on it...I start to wonder if our uncle just made it himself...  So, I go to the website and see what I need to do to order this turkey.  Well, the website says nothing about gift certificates, so I call.  I'm informed that I'll need to mail in an order form (which I do not have), and then I will get the turkey.  So, we'll skip some additional phone calls (yes, plural) here and skip to where I finally have the order form.

Here's where it gets better.  The order form doesn't tell me how much the turkeys cost.  It doesn't tell me much it will cost to ship this turkey to me.  The order form is actually a form to order more gift certificates.  I'm serious.

I went through enough to get this order form in the first place, so I decided I would just go to the website, find out about the shipping/turkey costs, write a check for any additional funds we needed that the gift card didn't cover, and I'd send that along with the sort-of-order-form.

Well, about a week passed, and I heard nothing.  No confirmation.  Nothing, until the turkey just randomly arrived on our doorstep.  Somehow I sent in the right materials, and they knew to send me a turkey.  Kind of a miracle.

Now to the turkey itself!  It was super delicious and such a fun thing to randomly get on your doorstep.  This thing, however, was smoked, and it smelled smoky. I put it in the fridge and barricaded it with boxes of baking soda, but of course everything in the fridge now smells like Scott's sleeping bag.  Oh well, the turkey is good. 

Memories From Childhood Part II

Back in the preschool days, my best friend and I were very creative.  Despite this being a long time ago, I have a lot of vivid memories from 1995.  Here are two for your reading pleasure.

1. My BFF Kayla lived next door to our preschool teacher, and we loved that lady.  We loved her so much that we'd constantly make her things.  Usually it was just a painting using the "Do A Dot" medium, but one time I remember wanting to make her a Christmas tree.  We couldn't find any evergreen materials, so we grabbed some tumbleweed from the street and glued grass all over it.  Take a moment and picture what this would have looked like.  It was a masterpiece.

2. Sometimes Kayla and I would experiment in the kitchen.  I don't think we were allowed to actually cook anything, but we were allowed to make mixtures.  One of our most successful dishes was Smarties Juice.  The recipe is quite simple, and yet very time-consuming for five-year-olds: You smash smarties and mix them with water.  We thought it tasted so good (perhaps compared to our other concoctions).  Right after we finished making it, we offered a taste to Kayla's big sister who thought it was gross and spit it back out into the cup!  Unfortunately that cup held the entire batch of Smarties Juice.  And we were now out of smarties.  We were very upset.