Thanksgiving
I didnÃt do it intentionally. I mean It was intentional, but it wasnÃt intentionally done for Thanksgiving. Matt and I went food shopping (How is that for being absorbed into the culture? Soon, IÃll be asking for bags.) last Tuesday night, and when we cruised through the frozen section, I bought, as I always do, whatever ice cream is on sale. This time, two half gallons of chocolate for him and two half gallons for me, both reduced fat. One butter toffee and one vanilla.
On Wednesday, when Diane was about to make her last Thanksgiving trip to Roche Bros., she, like the Hardy Boys queried, ìDo we have any vanilla ice cream?î
To which I proudly replied, ìI bought some last night. For the pies, right?î
Except, the pies had only that moment crossed my mind, but being the duplicitous snake in the grass (DianeÃs sobriquet of endearment, subsequently adopted by all the sisters), I saw the brownie points and grabbed them.
After a long and festive Thanksgiving dinner, and the requisite amount of digesting time, I brought out my vanilla ice cream to accompany those pies: the pecan that John Lewis bakes and delivers every year, a mince meat pie Diane makes for Bob, a pumpkin pecan cheese cake brought by Katherine, and lastly, a traditional apple pie. ThatÃs when Charlie Hopkins, aka MR. VANILLA ICE CREAM CONNOISSEUR, walked into the kitchen, took one look at the carton, and shoutedî Light ice cream! Light ice cream! Why did you buy light ice cream? This is Thanksgiving; weÃre supposed to get fat!î
His wholly unreasonable outburst caught me by surprise. I fumbled ìCome on, youÃll never taste the difference.î As if one could pass arsenic past the KingÃs designated taster. The guy drops dead or he doesnÃt. I thought, If I leave the lid open all the way, no one will read the label, and no one else will know.
About a minute later, Kate waltzes into the kitchen. ìLight ice cream?! Why are we having LIGHT ICE CREAM?î Loud enough to wake the dead in not so nearby Mt. Hope Cemetery. It was then that I knew it was time to flee.
Friday, I opened the vanilla ice cream container to see how much had been eaten, proving my point that no one would mind, and what did I find? Half scoops of ice cream nestled in a shallow pit of off- white. As though they had been scooped out, plopped beside the pie, tasted, then tossed back.
This year, I did not walk around with my camera glued to my right hand. I took a few pics, mostly without the cameraÃs worthless flash, and then stopped. Therefore, I donÃt want anyone living in Minnesota to holler, ìWhere are my two nieces?î
Gallery
WHERE ARE MY TWO NIECES?
Comment by auntie — November 28, 2003 @ 9:30 pm
Michael, knowing that you forget nothing, how could you get lite if, as you say, Bob is the Connoisseur of real! Guess cause you were not thinking of pies at the time…
But nice pictures, with goodcommentaries–thank god I didn’t have too wade through dozens…in retrospect, I shooulda rallied the energy and come over…
Comment by Too tired — November 29, 2003 @ 8:26 am
First you opt out of twenty years of camping with your best friends, and now you opt out of your traditional second Thankgiving with the Miller/Canning/Hopkins/Finlays/Pittingers/Caswells. ItÃs enough that Bob and Mary continue to pine for Eileen and Peter. Will we all have to add your name to the list?
Comment by michael — November 29, 2003 @ 8:37 am
WHERE ARE MY TWO NIECES?
AND WHY IS THE AUNTIE WHO SAW THE TWO NIECES IN PERSON YELLING?
Comment by Absent Auntie — November 29, 2003 @ 11:47 am
Mike, where is Emma? And Katherine is beautiful. Again Di is her true
sparkling self in that picture with Patty. Next time, how about a full face picture
of her? Thanks for the Thanksgiving visit.
Comment by Helen — November 29, 2003 @ 2:31 pm
Michael, I hate lowfat ice cream, too, but loved your story and pictures. Too bad you’re so mean to your nieces.
Comment by ginger — November 29, 2003 @ 3:36 pm
WHERE ARE MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTERS?
Comment by Patti — November 29, 2003 @ 8:20 pm
Lowfat ice cream on Thanksgiving? Why bother? The whole day is shot with all that yummy food, lowfat ice cream isn’t gonna help.
You know Starbucks makes GREAT Ice Cream?
(Support my Stock Options) 🙂
Comment by Coffee Boy — November 29, 2003 @ 9:29 pm
WHERE ARE MY TWO NIECES?
Comment by shinydome — November 30, 2003 @ 5:40 pm