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Friday Morning Latin Lesson, Vol. XCI

November 26, 2010

Oh, dearest Ceres...sign me up for the third circle of Hell. *pats sides of voluminous potbelly* I certainly put the celebration in the harvest celebration this year.

If my non-American friends will excuse me for just a moment...yesterday was Thanksgiving, of course, and I'm feeling a bit lethargic. Is there a holiday that's any more American than Thanksgiving? I mean, where else would you celebrate the largess of the fields to the extreme like here in America? Oh sure, Fourth of July with it's mayonnaise-based fare and explosions is theoretically more American than Thanksgiving, but we're a people who love to eat. By God, yesterday was the pinnacle of the celebrating-by-eating holiday.

You know who else enjoyed celebrating holidays by eating too much? Yep, the Romans. And the Greeks. And the Egyptians, the Assyrians, the Ethiopians and...well...pretty much every civilization that's ever thought twice about setting aside days on the calendar for purpose of a party. In fact, civilization itself might have begun because people liked getting together and eating. Either that or folks were just fucking tired of wandering around all over the place and said "Here! I'm building a city here!"

I hope you all had good holidays. All four of us got involved in the cooking this year for the Thanksgiving holiday. We had ham and turkey, mashed potatoes, cheese peas, deviled eggs, cranberry salad/relish, dressing, crescent rolls, a dish from Emeril involving bacon, apples and squash and Guy Fieri's sweet potatoes. Oh, fuck, it was good. And then there was butterscotch pie, lemon chess pie, and my wife made me one fucking awesome pumpkin pie. Smooth and creamy and my my my, was it delicious. Every year, I promise myself I'm not going to make an ass of myself when it comes time to eat. Last year, that was not a problem. This year, the fare was much better and, well, holy wow, did I spend the afternoon in a bloated state of lethargy that brought a broad smile and a touch of indigestion to my lips. It was a Bacchanalian orgy of carbohydrates, fats and deliciousness.

And, of course, when it was done, I uttered this mouthful of happiness:

Non possum credere me totum edisse...

Pronounced: "Nohn poh-soom cray-day-ray may toh-toom aye-dee-say..."

Bloated translation in the hovertext

The other nice thing about this Thanksgiving is that I'm not going out to fight the crowds for "deals" on Friday morning, nor am I driving back from any extended family members' houses after the holiday. I'm home, where I can lay on my couch, rethink all the bad decisions I made yesterday (Oh, yes, I'll have some more!) and be the worthless lump of humanity that I am.

That's what long weekends are for, right?


soft nonsense said...

If I've said it once, I've said it every year for the last 5 or 6: if you're not made physically uncomfortable by the amount of food you've ingested, it's not Thanksgiving.

MJenks said...

Now THAT is an excellent Thanksgiving mantra.

snowelf said...

Happy Thanksgiving weekend!
It's also an excellent reason to have wine with breakfast. Mmm, leftovers.


Eric said...

I've got to figure out a breakfast food application for cornbread stuffing leftovers, but I'm still grappling with the pickle matrix.

Bev said...

YEAH baby! That's what I'm talkin' about. Although your T-giving last year was excellent blog fodder, yes?

Glad you had a good one. I spent the day in a similar state of uncomfortable bliss. :)

God bless America!

Simply Suthern said...

As odd as it might sound for a southern family, Everthing we ate yesterday was Non-Possum. We just couldnt trap one in time. We also saw a flock of turkeys on the way to the parents that escaped the dressing and gravy too.

BeckEye said...

I actually made a pie this year. I've never been known for my cooking skills, but it turned out pretty damned yummy.

SkylersDad said...

in an ongoing tradition of mine, I nearly killed everyone by under-cooking the turkey!

Scope said...

May your post-Thanksgiving poo run like gravy from the boat, not like cranberry sauce from the can.

I'm not sure what that means, but it sure sounds nasty.

And can you believe that goof from USC dropped that pass? There's something to be thankful for, right there.

DEZMOND said...

it's interesting how American love to eat, I mean really LOVE to eat, but at the same time American food is known as the most tasteless in the world.

Adam L. said...

Thanksgiving this year was a blur of fine dining, from the Thanksgiving dinner itself to the many fine restaurants we visited (like IHOP) to the OTHER Thanksgiving dinner had on Saturday to the abundance of leftovers consumed for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Oh, and we drove 9 hours each way to get there for all of the eating!

Glad to hear you had a good one!

Anonymous said...

Awesome post. Really enjoyed reading your blog posts.

Nej said...

Cheese peas??

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