It is with a heavy duty heart and a mind filled with worry that I have to end season 2 of the Throne Room with Beth Taurasi, and I will add … best to my ability, I will add a Thanksgiving bonus special for all of you. Why? Because I know you all are thankful for being alive today. As for Thanksgiving, it’ll just be Trenton and I having a mini feast. We won’t be able to have much in the way of turkey, and we aren’t cooking the tom or even a hen, who knows. But I do want to have broccoli casserole the way I like to make it, and I usually do it. I’m going to be blunt, I hate cooking and domestic goddess shows like all that Food Network stuff, but at the same time, well, you could say I have a love hate relationship with food shows. They don’t show you the cooking in real time. I’m going to be honest, I love the cranberry sauce. However, I think for the feast Trenton and I will try to have, we will listen to the now described Charlie Brown special, and maybe just eat some toast. I wish we could make deviled eggs like Mom used to do at breakfast, but there are some things that go along with the good that I can’t discuss here, the bad things that Mom probably doesn’t want to reveal, half of which is that I may be a mixed person. Mixed heritage is important to know, and I wonder if that is the reason my mom thought in her subconscious that I was a curse from God for opening her legs during college. So even though we shared good things, Mom really needs to define some of her actions as abusive, and work to end such actions.
For one, I don’t visit my family anyway, but I’m glad the CDC told us all to stay home and not travel. I hope my parents and family get the memo. If they don’t, serves them all right for not listening, and people won’t listen because they’re stupid, idiotic and not able to see beyond themselves.
As for what food we might have for Thanksgiving, I’m tempted to bake some Roadhouse Rolls. Yes, if I could have some favorites for this year, I want me some Roadhouse Rolls like they do at Black Eyed Pea and Texas Roadhouse. We don’t have money to go to any places, but we do have food in the house. We don’t have much to eat for Thanksgiving but I don’t know which foods might be proper for that week. We always try to stick to homemade food of course since deliveries are difficult because of the high rise building we live in. Ugh.
I have at least one good thing I’m thankful for. We had our wedding, and with few guests in the live video stream, we made it happen. It shouldn’t have come to that, but if the guy at the wet meat market hadn’t left his wares dirty enough for viruses to go swapping info, we wouldn’t be in this predicament, and there’s a four-year-old Texas boy who won’t be allowed outside the house this year. I saw an article about him in the paper, but this young kid doesn’t have his parents. Why? Because of numnuts who don’t listen. Here’s a safety message for you about Thanksgiving this year that should ring a big bell in your head. I know you’re sick of the masks, sick of covering your faces, sick of the closures, sick of it all. But as Randy Rainbow says, cover your freakin’ face!!!!!!!! Cover it, cover it up. And don’t be a fool and let those droplets go flying around. At your family’s house, with your own household, you should be fine, provided you don’t have a household member with covid. My buddy in Texas had covid but I’m keeping an eye on her dad. It’s not just the boy and my friend you should be concerned about. It’s the economic disaster that is sure to come because you weirdos don’t listen! I have a partner who survived influenza type A, and doesn’t want to get respiratory failure again. He’s now 36 years old, alive and kicking, but with a badge of honor on the back of his head. Imagine what could happen if he gets covid. Covid sucks, big time. We don’t want it in our house, we don’t want our friends and family relations to get it. So please, folks, this Thanksgiving, wear a freakin’ mask. And cover your freakin’ face, or else I’ll have to let Randy Rainbow say it louder.