THanksgiving without Football

So, I am going to my new in-laws this Thanksgiving, for dinner.
I just learned they do not watch football on Thanksgiving afternoon.

Huh?

Anyone have any ideas for how to deal with this situation? I am pretty sure I know where at least one TV is in their house....

Shout out to Pete

My ex-colleague and fellow cigar aficianado, Pete Lyons is a crack software engineer.
At the same time, he has made no secret of his desire to be an author.

His last two posts show his very obvious talents as both a poet and and a writer of short stories.

It's hard to do one job well, but I hope you keep writing Pete, even if you don't make it your 2nd career.

Good stuff.

Good Read

Short, quick article that gave me a chuckle....

Mr. Moranis' situation is not much different from my own.
Well done.

Wovel

One of the advantages of living in a condo is not having to worry about snow removal.
Before moving to my present digs, I did my time clearing driveways and walks. I never
resorted to power equipment and did it all manually. Most of the time it was not too bad,
but there were a few storms where I wished I had some other means to get rid of the mountains of white stuff.

Along comes the Wovel. I think it could actually work. I have no need for one now, but when I buy my next house, I might just pick one up...

Fried Smelt

When I first moved to New England in the early 80's, Buffalo Wings hadn't yet migrated from Upstate NY to here. My pub food of choice became fried smelt.

We used to play hoops then go over to some dive in Warren, which I cannot name, not for the life of me. I would invariably order and wolf down an order of fried smelts. They were bite-sized, about the size of my thumb. You would dip them in hot sauce and eat them whole. Delicious! That was the only place I ever remember seeing fried smelt on the menu.

Last night, my daughter took me to dinner at Newick's to celebrate my birthday. Imagine my surpise and delight to see fried smelt on the appetizer menu. I then proceed to trip down memory lane, no doubt boring my poor daughter near to tears.

Of course, we ordered them. When they were arrived, they were much different than I remembered. They were bigger than my thumb, um about the size of a different appendage. The heads had been chopped off. They were deep-fried, but not crunchy.

They were tasty, but I was oddly disappointed. They also served a huge plateful of them and my daughter didn't like them, so I ate way too many...

I now have to try and recreate my long-remembered, small, crunchy smelt at home...

Right after I figure out how to make Apple Kudla...