gravy! gravy! gravy! gravy!
Yesterday was the third year in a row that Jude and I hosted an orphans’ Thanks-
giving, inspired by an episode of the late-but-not-at-all-lamented TV series “Men in
Trees”. In this wan knock-off of “Northern Exposure”, the town bar and grill held a
big feed for anyone who didn’t have any other place to go for the holiday.
Our criteria was less stringent. We sent out an e-mail to community members
inviting everyone, parented or not. Jerry had dined with his two daughters the
night before. Jolie, Mowat and Maese had also feasted with their family Sunday.
Jody and Lee qualified simply because they’re so much fun.
Here’s Jude and Jody during the crucial gravy-making phase:
Maese patiently waiting to eat. Although the second shot was taken immediately
after the first, it looks like the turkey was already taking effect.
Gravy at the ready, the banquet begins.
Jody regaled the table by describing this video, so when we began toasting all the
things we were thankful for, we used the prairie dog’s chant. When Jude said she
was thankful the gravy turned out right, we responded with “Gravy! Gravy! Gravy!
Gravy!”
After dessert, coffee, tea and other refreshing beverages, we repaired to the office to
actually watch the video. We enjoyed it so much, we watched another one that
Jody recommended. I hope you laugh at it as much as we did. Here ’tis.
