Thanksgiving 2019

Posted on November 28, 2019 by

Unknown-4.jpeg I’m spending Thanksgiving with Carrie, rereading all her books, making it one of the best ever. Let’s hear it for great writing that peels off the page like a good yam, or ham, in Carrie’s case.  images-1.jpeg

She writes a lot about her family, she calls, simple folk, making fun of their over-the-top celebrity, laced with Hollywood scandal that give or take, helped launch the National Enquirer.

Makes me me think of my own roots, other than the gray ones that could use a little tint.

My mother started cooking in August freezing along the way. My father had gotten her a restaurant size fridge that lived in the basement like the Jabba the Hutt of appliances (courtesy of Carrie),  Unknown-2.jpeg so the Orson Welles of turkeys, could have plenty of elbow room.

What our guests didn’t know was, it was from last Xmas, since the company my father worked for gave everyone a 24 pounder as a bonus, explaining a few stomach aches and the institutional size bottle of Tums my mother kept next to the turkey centerpiece made out of mums.

Tums, mums, you get the drift.

Toss in the other 14 courses and dinner was thawed and served complete with everything but a heart surgeon.

My mother, in her pastel shirtwaist that every year got a little tighter, was the Italian June Cleaver with a cocktail shaker that shook and shook and shook, so by the time dessert rolled around, people were passed out missing that pumpkin pie which meant, more for chubby me.

Yes, I was a little butterball before blissfully developing a food disorder, or otherwise known as, The Model’s Diet.

Them were the days alright.

Such sweet, warm memories, over ice.

There was also the time my father had a fight with my uncle over carving the turkey, his domain despite he was too drunk to be trusted with the knife now aimed at my uncle who, not drunk, called the police. When they came, my mother, after saying it was all a funny misunderstanding, plied them with wine and drumsticks, which did the trick.

Little did the group know I was taking subconscious notes to be used later.

More cranberry sauce Carrie?   images.jpeg

SB

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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28 Responses to Thanksgiving 2019

  1. Dale says:
    November 28, 2019 at 5:37 am

    Yowza! As you said, it makes for great story telling…
    Enjoy your Thanksgiving with Carrie.

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  2. Anne Mehrling says:
    November 28, 2019 at 5:59 am

    What a lovely way to celebrate Thanksgiving!

    Do I remember that last year’s account said the Thanksgiving feast continued after your dad got out of jail? Maybe my imagination ran away with me to remember a detail that wasn’t there.

    Happy Thanksgiving! As we eat heartily, I’ll think of you, reading voraciously.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:
    November 28, 2019 at 6:09 am

    Thanksgiving was held at my ‘rich’ aunt and uncle’s home until I was well into my twenties. When I was around five or six, two of my uncles got into a fist fight. I didn’t see it (dag-nabbit)), but picked up on the adult’s remarks afterwards.
    My children, their spouses, and grandchildren are all coming here; fourteen in all and one on the way in March. My table seats ten, but we manage to squeeze in somehow.
    Enjoy your blissfully quiet reading and have a happy Thanksgiving..

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  4. aFrankAngle says:
    November 28, 2019 at 6:38 am

    My first read of the day generated a smile. Happy Thanksgiving …. Enjoy your day with Carrie. 😊

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  5. Inside the Mind of Isadora says:
    November 28, 2019 at 8:21 am

    Aaah … Susannah, your depiction of the ever so often Thanksgiving chaos that most families experience but are too polite to reveal. The secrets behind the bird. I’m with you, a good book is easier to digest. Happy Thanksgiving … Hope your blessings are many filled with good health, great friends and sprinkles of love.
    Hugs, Isadora 😍 😎
    Ps: no parade writes? It’s just a bunch of balloons and super sized advertising. Lolol

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    • Susannah Bianchi says:
      November 28, 2019 at 9:05 am

      Well the Park is in lock-down, as if Macy’s having a Bin Laden Balloon. Everyone s grumbling forgetting, it’s a day of thanks. The country is drunk on news that isn’t even true half the time. I don’t know Isadora, like living at Epcot full time.

      Always nice to hear from you, and anytime you need NY bagels, my offer is still good to send them, Fedex. 🙂

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      • Inside the Mind of Isadora says:
        December 5, 2019 at 12:24 pm

        LOLOL … I’m so happy I found your comment among my reader thingy’s. Talk about being late to the party.
        YUP … visiters from SC looking for sun and fun came for Thanksgiving and had a blast. Key to stressless company – 2 at a time. ~~~ : – )
        My hubby worked the parade for many years. I attended once and that was enough. He was too concerned about his family. You do know he was a Man in Blue. NYPD : )
        You, my dear, are a sweet bundle of love. Thank you for the bagel offer. I would love it but my tummy wouldn’t. No gluten, no dairy, no salt, no sugar, no nothing. I think aging sucks. But, I can dream about them. I can still taste those yummy street vendor pretzels with mustard or a salty knish as you pass a pizza parlor calling you in with it’s aromas to come inside and indulge. Well … enough I’m full. Thank you hugs going your way. Keep on Keeping on … Isadora 😎

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      • Susannah Bianchi says:
        December 5, 2019 at 12:50 pm

        I don’t think I did know your husband was one of New York’s finest. After 9/11 I’ve been their biggest fan. I’m on a no nothing diet too, got my cholesterol down 20 points. But it wasn’t easy. And those Pretzel men are still out there doin business. 🙂

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      • Inside the Mind of Isadora says:
        December 5, 2019 at 3:14 pm

        When I first started blogging I wrote about Life as a NYPD wife. I wanted to show the families lives from the perspective of the wife of a patrolman. I didn’t continue the story because it was painful. Perhaps, I’ll try again without blogging it first then go from there. The sacrifices made by their wives and family is rarely addressed. Holidays were the worst.
        YIKES 😳 don’t get me on a roll. LOLOL
        Let’s not forget those hot hot chestnuts roasting on those carts too. 🤪😂😂😂

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      • Susannah Bianchi says:
        December 5, 2019 at 4:07 pm

        You should write about it. Inside the Mind of a Policeman’s Wife. Hey, you’d be a huge hit.

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  6. Eilene Lyon says:
    November 28, 2019 at 9:20 am

    Sounds like your family had a rousing good time at holidays. My family Thanksgiving photo today features – milk!!

    Enjoy your day with Carrie!

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  7. Gavin & Wyatt says:
    November 28, 2019 at 2:39 pm

    Thanks and giving…two good concepts. I wish a fine day of reading…May we all give ourselves a thank-filled day.

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  8. Gavin & Wyatt says:
    November 28, 2019 at 2:44 pm

    Happy reading …let’s all give thanks for the same.

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  9. Sorryless says:
    November 29, 2019 at 11:00 am

    They do not make them like her anymore.

    Hope your Booksgiving feast was a wonderful trip, Susannah

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