My parents were immigrants so they never really got what Thansgiving is. We never have Thanksgiving Dinner at our house.
Last year, my cousin, who worked in the fast food restaurant that he now owns, tried to have Thanksgiving Dinner at his house. When I say tried, I mean it! We had the turkey in the afternoon and it wasn’t cooked right. He actually ripped the pieces off with his hands and gave them to us. The turkey was a bit too something. I don’t know, it was like the meat had become almost like rubber. If you held a strip of meat up to the light, you could actually see the light passing through a bit!
Well, I just came back from a cousin’s cousin’s house. Let me tell you, the turkey was fabulous! I actually took a third serving! Now I have to go to my cousin house. Yes, the cousin who can’t cook right.
