Monday, December 25, 2006


No worthy "man-task" should be attempted solo. Therefore, Uncle Keith was my wing-man.
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Grandma W said...

Wing-man my foot. Keith has a nose for good food and he just wanted to "pick". At Thanksgiving, practically everybody stood around for a taste after each cut. It was good that I got such a "big" size so meat would hit the table.

This is always the "fun" part the men attempt to push off on the other. We women cook the entire meal and the biggest challenge is getting it cut. Next year we are going to make sure Uncle Keith has an electric knife to carve the turkey, prime rib and ham. Yes, you guessed it, we are "pigs". That is why I call if our "pig outs". They are wonderful...............

You know, I can almost smell that turkey or is it an ostrich???? Only, grandma wright knows. Ho Ho Ho grandma w

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