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Thanksgiving aka Cooking Hell

I love Thanksgiving, with all the traditions. But one tradition that’s starting to wear a little thin after many years is making The Dinner. Don’t get me wrong – I love making a turkey, two types of stuffing, sweet potato casserole, sour cream mashed potatoes, green beans with almonds, corn, and for those calorie conscious, a large tossed salad. And dessert, which is always pumpkin pie and at least one other offering.

So why did I list all that? Because it takes a lot of time to make. Even with making some in advance, there’s still a significant amount of time spent in the kitchen, not to mention setting a lovely and seasonal table (pro tip: wrap sterling silver in plastic wrap, and it won’t tarnish).

Then you have your guests to consider: Aunt Eleanor is lactose intolerant; Cousin Tony has gluten issues, plus his girlfriend Francine is a vegetarian; Lisa and Kenny won’t eat anything but crudite, mashed potatoes and dessert…these are just a few of the many, many reasons they are no longer invited.

One year, my neighbor brought his dog. I was surprised, but since Zoey had always been well behaved, I didn’t protest. I should have. Loudly. She whined, she pawed, she cried…the damn dog wanted to sit at the table! Fortunately, she settled down once I growled at her.

But my great-aunt Rose was the worst. She would always decline, in spite of repeated asking, and then the day before, she would call and say she’d come, but only for the company, not to eat. After eating a ton of appetizers, Rose would say she’d watch TV while the family ate…ten minutes in, she’d approach the table and say how good it smelled, and she just wanted “a little taste of the stuffing.” Within  seconds, she had squeezed a chair in and was chowing down like a longshoreman. This was a scene repeated for a number of years, until she grew too old to attend.

I marveled at my mother when I was growing up. She could work a full-time job, cook for 28 people, have the house spotless, and not break a sweat. Of course she had help from my sister and I, but the lion’s share of the work fell on her. The largest group I cooked for was 13, and I was a wreck. And it was a buffet, which should have been easier…I think I’ve blocked most of that day from my memory. The wine helped…

Whether you cook, go to someone’s house, or go out to dinner, have a wonderful time and a Happy Thanksgiving!

 

Life And Thanksgiving

Two Trains Of Thought On A Collision Course

“Thou must now at last perceive of what universe thou art now a part, and of what administrator of the universe thy existence is an efflux.”

– Marcus Aurelius, Emperor

“…that all the labours of the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system, and that the whole temple of Man’s achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins–all these things, if not quite beyond dispute, are yet so nearly certain, that no philosophy which rejects them can hope to stand. Only within the scaffolding of these truths, only on the firm foundation of unyielding despair, can the soul’s habitation henceforth be safely built.”

– Bertrand Russell, Philosopher/Logician, Professional Thinker

Score:    Emperors 1             Philosophers  -1

Imagine That!

Imagine so gauzy a cloak yet so thick in the warp and weft of despair as “life sucks, then you die.” It is a most favored locution of the indubitably healthy, the obviously well provisioned. They are of the sort who could not describe one true misery of their own to lament, even if a cocked revolver was held to their temple.

Now it’s evident that most such utterances are merely attempts at blasé airs. Indifference and ‘pooh-poohing’ the great things in life, is presently, most always has been, the height of sophistication.

“Life sucks” drips off the tongue like drool because it’s difficult to swallow. it’s better to give ‘life’ a slap across the mug than get one, deservedly, across one’s own.

From Another Horse’s Ass Mouth

Nothingness can be synthesized into “almost something”. It goes like this:

Thesis: The Absolute is Pure Being

Antithesis: The Absolute is Nothingness

Synthesis: The Absolute is Becoming

– Friedrich Hegel – Philosopher (Professional Thinker)

Score:    Emperors 1             Philosophers  -2

Make It Stop… Please

Here, an opinion on Jean-Paul Sartre’s “Being And Nothingness” right out of Wikipedia. It shrinks the expanding Universe and sets up a new paradigm.

“In Sartre’s opinion, consciousness does not make sense by itself: it arises only as an awareness of objects.”

THAT, readers, is the most deliciously wonderful expositional gem I had ever come across – EVER!  

Reflect on that! It comes out – epigrammatically – as —

“It is, therefore I am”.

 To overthink thinking is not a sign of mental or spiritual fitness. Most modern philosophers are mad about something or, just plain mad.

 Score:    Emperors 1             Philosophers  -3

Aside:

You say the great emperor was a philosopher also. Yes, but he was principally an actor. He had done, had undertaken, had accomplished. He has the right to be called philosopher. The others? Charlatans, conjuring excuses and mitigations, (and – all of them – disappointments to their mothers).

Pessimist He Is, And The Other A Cynic

One man takes the measure of life and finds it all futility. The other man reasons himself into a mental cul-de-sac  Everyone has a God, for this crowd it’s Nothingness.

Why, I wonder, do these types so deeply invested in nothingness linger on the edge of doom? Why not jump and embrace Oblivion if it is the full substance of their faith? Cowards?  Charlatans? They are obviously not zealots.

What Does It Profit A Man To Favor Oblivion Over Life?

If you have not seen traces of heaven on earth; if you have not seen the reflection of GOD in a human face; have never sensed, suspected, the presence of an angel; have not experienced, seen, heard, and/or been moved by human goodness, selflessness, sacrifice, you have too little knowledge of, and no intimacy with, the greatness of Life.

There is in Life something of the force, the essentiality, of GOD. Life, our very ‘being’, is the very first substantiation of man having been made in the image of GOD – i.e., “being”.

“Existence is inherently, not to mention divinely, meaningful.”— Father Brown                                            – from the pen of G. K. Chesterton

If ever, just once, you have been blessed by someone to love; ever, just once, been forgiven a grievous trespass; received unmerited grace; felt, with all your being, pure joy; if ever you had mused that there was one thing in your life for which you would have gladly suffered; or said to yourself . . . “life is beautiful”, then you have a most intimate relationship with being, a great awareness of the generosity of Life, and an occasion for thanksgiving every day of your life and especially on Thanksgiving Day.

God Bless, A Wonderful Life, and Happy Thanksgiving to all:

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