I finally got around to looking at my Thanksgiving day pictures and one really stuck out. there is a story behind it so I will make you wait for the picture.
My great-nephew started college this year and is doing well. He is full of fun and life. When he was young, he looked like a refugee from Ethiopia. Nothing but skin and bones. Somewhere along the way he grew up. Maybe it’s because he started to eat. He now could be an offensive lineman for his college football team.
As Thanksgiving is celebrated with a large meal which takes some planning to create. He and I started talking about how we would eat the delicious meal that his grandmother prepared. His perfect meal is what follows.
Start with two rolls split in half and place face up on a plate.
Cover the rolls with slabs of turkey breast.
Add enough mashed potatoes to cover the turkey.
Smother the mashed potatoes with stuffing.
And, drown the entire plate with gravy.
Now that’s several thousand calories you’re looking at. And, not a vegetable in sight. However, he was not finished.
What would Thanksgiving dinner be without dessert?
So, he added a slice of homemade apple pie, ice cream, and a healthy serving of Butterfinger Bar Bread Pudding.
Whew! My arteries are hardening just writing this!
Finally, he sat back on the sofa with a contented look on his face having created and eaten the perfect meal.
But, the story does not end there. Unbeknownst to him, a colony of microscopic organisms were at work in his body getting ready to pounce on this unsuspecting young man. Twelve hours after the meal, the flu hit him like a freight train. He spent the entire night and the next day in utter misery. Unfortunately, his perfect meal made a return visit if you get my meaning…
He recovered in a few days as most young men do. He even joked about it on Twitter. But…I could hear the pain in his tweet at having wasted the perfect meal.
There’s always next year.
NOTE: If he gives me any static about this post, I will follow-up with a picture of him eating his perfect meal. 🙂