Like a lot of people, I tend to sometimes be a bit sleep-challenged. l’ll zonk out for three or four hours, but then find myself wide awake in the deathly-quiet pre-dawn hours.
And then I’ll do exactly what all of the medical experts say not to do:
In addition to insomnia, you have what we call: “an innate inability to follow simple instructions.“
I know. It’s a bad habit.
But I can’t help it: In the middle of the night, I’ll grab my phone to have a look at our “Submissions” email box for your fantastic incoming new articles. And then I’ll check out the latest comments from The Internet’s Finest Comment Section.®™
On a daily – perhaps hourly basis- it amazes me that so many of you good folks make the loyal and consistent effort to carve out some of your valuable time to visit tnocs.com.
You should see my mail. From all over, people tell me that they love to read your articles, and have fun perusing the comments. They appreciate the humor, the from-the-heart writing, and the new things that they learn.
And they always mention the feeling of community that you all have fostered.
They get it. They appreciate it.
And I am thankful, too. What started as an against-the-odds experiment, is… um, kind of chugging along.
I think.
Maybe. YMMV.
But anyway…
In that sprit of gratitude, I had an idea.
The US Thanksgiving Holiday is coming up this week, and I thought that we might could have some fun with a virtual table of delights from:
…wait for it, wait for it…
As always, Goodboy is correct!
“EVERYBODY” is right – A Thanksgiving celebration wouldn’t be the same without all of you.
This goes for our beloved lurkers, too. If you like reading site but haven’t registered, we still want to hear from you.
So here’s the deal:
Send me the name of your favorite holiday side dish, snack, or other inspired gastronomic delight to submissions@tnocs.com. Please put “Thanksgiving” in the subject title.
But, “Hey, mt,” you say. “What exactly do you want me to send?”
You know us; we’re easy: It can be just the name of a favorite dish. Or a description, a photo, a short recipe or whatever.
And for the artistically gifted amongst you, even a drawing. Any media that you like: watercolors… crayons… chalk…
OK. Sorry, Ix-nay on the alk-chay.
I’ll gather up all of the deliciousness and present to all at a virtual table on Thursday. (But please send me your awesome foodieness ASAP, since I want to do a proper layout…)
And a final note: I’m having a little fun here with the classic Thanksgiving trope of “eating.” But I know that we’re all mindful of those who suffer from food insecurity – not just at the holidays, but for the full 365.
For each and every submission received, I’ll put aside a modest donation. And we’ll have a random drawing – In the comment section on Thursday night – and determine a winning entry.
We’ll donate all of the proceeds to the winner’s local food pantry.
So, let’s do this! If you’re reading this: stuff my… mailbox with ideas…
…and let’s have the best Friendsgiving yet!
Good on you all,
Thank You For Your Vote!
Sorry You have Already Voted!
I have just the thing.
Fattening? Yes.
Immoral? Yes.
Illegal? Not yet.
Sounds decadent. Bring it on!
Terrific idea, mt! Secretary Pete’s giving us DOT folks Wednesday afternoon off, so I’ll have extra time to prep for Thursday’s meal. 🙃
😊
I’m new to this Thanksgiving thing but I’m sure I can rustle up a little local speciality for the table.
Let me have a think.
Mmmmmm food…….
Rumbledethumps perhaps?
I prefer the name to the reality of that dish!
I’m guessing “pudding.”
Of course, we can’t have any if we don’t eat our meat.
I mean, honestly, how can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat?
Ah, yes. Holiday memories of-
WRONNNNG, DO IT AGAIN…
And if you don’t eat your meat you’ll not just miss out on pudding you’ll grow up to be a fascist fantasist.
Roger, Roger.
He doesn’t understand his own writing.
You may have inadvertently stumbled onto something. There’s a certain pudding that you eat along with your meat. I mean you could save it for after your meat and fill it with ice cream but that would be just weird.
Favorite Friends Thanksgiving memory – Joey wearing Phoebe’s maternity pants to Thanksgiving dinner.
Favorite personal Thanksgiving memory – Thanksgiving was always with my mom’s side of the family in Philly. The Kids Table would be set up in the living room with the Cowboys game on TV. Mandatory communication relays from us watching the game into the adults in the dining room how badly the football game was going for the Cowboys. There was never a positive spin, because in the Phildelphia metro area, the Dallas Cowboys were evil incarnate, and must always be vanquished by whomever they were playing…
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I loved being at the kids’ table until I was 30, when some of the older generation began passing away and I was promoted.
Lars Von Trier laughed.
Nom nom nom! Looking forward to the tasty stuff. 😋
Oh, this poor turkey. He needs to get that condition of his looked at by a good veterinarian epidemiologist.
mt58. I tried the submissions@tnocs.com and it keeps taking me back to the contact site. Anyone else having a problem?
Can’t seem to replicate the error, DF. Try mt58@tnocs.com as a backup.