Today, of all days, in Jonestown, PA, eight members of my family bore witness to the ultimate showdown between Turkey and Spam. Despite a two-hour food coma immediately after dinner, I think it’s pretty safe to say that I emerged victorious.
I wanted to turn the turkey carcass into usable fuel, of course, but Aunt Jen got to it first and made some stock instead. Not quite as environmentally-friendly, but probably a little more appetizing.
Unless, of course, you believe the twelfth or so verse of “We Are The Engineers“:
An artist and an Engineer had found a gallon can.
Said the artist, “Match me drink for drink and see if you’re a man.”
They took three drinks, the artist fell, his face was turning green;
But the Engineer drank on and said, “It’s only gasoline.”
Thrilling phototravelography and whatnot forthcoming. Now, back to Henry’s Law.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody! I hope you enjoyed your turkey, or if you did not have a turkey I hope you enjoyed acorn squash or something because tofurkey just creeps me out.