Showing posts with label talkin' turkey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label talkin' turkey. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

The thanks in Thanksgiving, revisited.



This is the only blog post reposted on this site for seven years now.

In 1978, Charles Kuralt visited Alex and Mary Chandler in rural Mississippi. Sharecroppers who lived in a cabin, the Chandlers raised nine children who had nearly nothing to their name except the ability to pick cotton.

And, yet, all nine children graduated college.

Here is the five minute video that explains their story, and how they truly embody the thanks that should be in Thanksgiving.





The happiest of Thanksgivings to you and yours.




Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The giving and the thanks in Thanksgiving.



This is the only blog post reposted on this site for six years now.

Charles Kuralt was an essayist and journalist for CBS, where he sought out the unique, the interesting, the small slices of good that exist in life.

In 1978, he visited Alex and Mary Chandler in rural Mississippi. Sharecroppers who lived in a cabin, the Chandlers raised nine children who had nearly nothing to their name except the ability to pick cotton.

And, yet, all nine children graduated college.

Here is the five minute video that explains their story, and how they truly embody the thanks that should be in Thanksgiving.





The happiest of Thanksgivings to you and yours.





Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Thanksgiving, once again.



There's only one story that gets reposted on this blog every year, year after year. Just this one.

Charles Kuralt was a reporter for CBS News for nearly 40 years, his goal to find smaller moments, forgotten moments, in America.

Being Thanksgiving, here's Kuralt visiting a family in prairie Mississippi--a family that embodies the holiday and the word together.





May you and yours be happy and thankful for anything you have this year.


When Turkeys Attack!!! (pt. 4)



It's that time of year where America gives thanks for family, friends, and the delicious juiciness of a roasted turkey in the middle of their dining room table.

But sometimes turkeys don't take kindly to their brethren tasting all delicious and looking wonderful as a leftover sandwich--and they fight back.

Now the shoe's on the other foot. Until Thanksgiving, here you'll see what hell humanity wrought when turkeys wisen-up.

Today: Born to be wiiiiiild.



Thoughts & Questions:
1.) Maybe the turkey is offended by the horrible choice of music.
2.) "Get outta heeee-ya!" As a Massachusetts native myself, please never speak again.
3.) And with this video, we see the end of motorcycles ever looking cool.

And the winner is:   Tom Turkey. He doesn't like your horrible choice in footwear either.



Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Should they sit at the kids' table or with the adults? Seventeen famous writers as children judged.


Did you grow up eating at the kids' table during Thanksgiving? You know, when your family chose to banish you into a corner with an assortment of cousins that you rarely saw and hardly liked? The cousin who's a few oats short of a Cheerio? The other cousin who lacks personal grooming habits and doesn't know the tender touch of a facecloth? Yeah--that happened to a lot of us.

We were all kids at some point though. Some of us were debonair, and some of us were a hot mess. And so were famous writers.

Here are seventeen famous writers when they were children or teenagers--and whether they should luck out and eat with the adults or be at the kids' table for Thanksgiving:






1.)
Robert Frost

Even as a baby, Frost couldn't manage a smile. And it all went downhill from here.

Kids' table!




2.) Vladimir Nabokov

The snappy tie, the tube socks channeling his wannabe inner Flashdance waiting to break free, all while rocking penny loafers.

Adults' table!




3.)
Virginia Woolf

She even judges while playing cricket. You don't need her judging your homemade stuffing, too.

Kids' table!




4.) Langston Hughes

Somewhere under that giant mound of baby clothes is Hughes. Is he a wizard? He might be a wizard.

Adults' table!




5.) Roald Dahl

There's a 50% chance he just walked off the set of Downton Abbey.

Adults' table!




6.) Jorge Luis Borges

It's as if baby Spock just came back from a cruise ship adventure.

Adults' table!




7.)
F. Scott Fitzgerald

A whip for the toy horse?

And we all know he's going to drink all the booze anyway...

Kids' table!




8.)
Franz Kafka

Is that a goat? Ram? Sheep?

Whatever it is, it has a hat. No one can deny a hat-wearing sheep is a winning look.

Adults' table!





9.) Carl Jung

That's the face of judgment. No one needs that while eating the sweet potatoes.

Kids' table!





10.)
J.R.R. Tolkien

Tolkien and his younger brother are channeling the pilgrim look. But they're missing the stylish hats with the belt buckles.

Kids' table!




11.)
Aldous Huxley

The shoes say, "I came here on the Mayflower."

The sour face says, "I need a nap."

Kids' table!




12. Arthur Rimbaud

You just kind of get the vibe that after he passes you the bowl of peas, he'll politely read you a poem.

Adults' table!





13.) Alice Munro

You try wearing a bonnet and look so cute. You can't, can you?

Adults' table!




14.) Flannery O'Connor

She might be good with small talk, but the entire time she'll be plotting a short story where she makes you a creep.

Kids' table!




15.)
Noam Chomsky

Don't let the coy smile fool you. That starched white collar channels a Miles Standish quality.

Kids' table!





16.)
Victor Hugo

Little Lord Fauntleroy, is that you?

Adults' table!





17.)
Stephen King

You usually only see 85-year old men wearing pants that high.

Adults' table!










Monday, November 23, 2015

Is it stuffing? Or is it dressing?



Later this week Americans will gather with family and friends for a massive dinner most assuredly involving turkey. But what goes with the turkey, despite angry relatives, is a matter of where you live.

Is it stuffing or dressing?

Each word comes from a different etymological root, and Americans even disagree what each word defines. Butterball conducted a survey of 1,000 random people in nine different regions, finding that the majority of Americans call it stuffing. No region was more partial to calling it stuffing than New England, where 100% of respondents claimed it as such.

On the flip side, the East South Central Region (I don't know--ask Butterball where they got that name), which includes Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama, and Mississippi, all favor dressing as the word of choice. In total, only 11 states have a dressing majority--while everywhere else favors stuffing.


In 2013, Epicurious did a peak season term search for both stuffing and dressing, and largely found the same result. The only major anomaly Epicurious and Butterball differ on is the state of Nevada, where Butterball claims they call it dressing. But Epicurious says that stuffing is the third-most searched for term in Nevada, well ahead of dressing--so what does Butterball know? In the end, does anyone trust a Thanksgiving dinner cooked in Nevada? No. No they do not.

There's an old adage that stuffing is what goes inside a bird and dressing is what's cooked alongside, but there's no validity to back up up those definitions. The famed cookbook The Joy of Cooking, published continually since 1931, once made such a claim, simply throwing out that interpretation without any facts as to origin. The book's huge popularity potentially influenced generations to come nonetheless.

So what is the etymoligical history of each word? Let's look at both:

Stuffing:
As might be obvious, stuffing was created out of the verb "to stuff," while adding the suffix "-ing." The modern version was spoken between the 15th and 16th centuries, depending on which dictionary you want to rely upon, but no later than roughly 1538, when it appeared in print. The Middle English stuff comes from the Old French estoffe (furniture or material) and estoffer (equip or furnish). In turn, the Old French comes from the Greek stuphein (draw together).

Except some etymologists disagree, claiming stuffing really was born out of the Latin farcire, Which became the French farcir (stuff), which became the English farce. Regardless, all agree stuffing became the norm by the 1500s.

Dressing:
Like stuffing, dressing is created out of the verb "to dress" with the added suffix of "-ing," but appeared earlier than its counterpart. The Middle English dressen was popular between 1275-1325, evolving out of the Anglo-French dresser or drescier. That came from the very similar Old French drecier, itself evolved out of the Latin dīrēctus--following somewhat the same root as the modern word direct.

Still awake? Boiled down, stuffing comes from Greek (unless it comes from Latin), dressing comes from Latin (but it's definitely not Greek).

When in doubt.
That doesn't quite explain the disparity in how geographically Americans gravitate toward one word over the other. One theory put forth argues that stuffing was widely accepted throughout England until the 1880s, when high-minded Victorian society found the word too crude, thus gravitating toward dressing instead. The theory continues that those who immigrated to America pre-1880 said stuffing (and thus passed it down), while those who crossed the Atlantic post-1880 influenced the regions with dressing.

Meanwhile, some cooks claim it's a matter of cornbread versus typical bread--with the dressing crowd using cornbread, and the stuffing masses using white bread.

Even historical food timelines seem at a loss as to how the schism in the word usage came about. The Oxford English Dictionary, which is usually reliable in such matters, describes dressing--with regard to food--as a stuffing.

In the end, the linguistic mystery of how a nation became divided really is a matter of what you choose to believe. Greek versus Latin, population ebbs and flows, cookbook influences--there's no concrete answer.

Whatever you want to believe, when it doubt, just call it Stove Top.




When Turkeys Attack!!! (pt. 3)



It's that time of year where America gives thanks for family, friends, and the delicious juiciness of a roasted turkey in the middle of their dining room table.

But sometimes turkeys don't take kindly to their brethren tasting all delicious and looking wonderful as a leftover sandwich--and they fight back.

Now the shoe's on the other foot. Until Thanksgiving, here you'll see what hell humanity wrought when turkeys wisen-up.

Today:  We Deliver Turkey Vengeance for You




Thoughts & Questions:
1.) Isn't this an assault on federal property? So when does the turkey get arrested and face hard time?
2.) No wonder turkeys barely fly. Tom here is hustling at 15mph with ease.
3.) The witness tells the reporter that the turkey hangs out at the church after all this. Ahh, so a repenting turkey, I see.

And the winner is:   Tom Turkey. Not even throwing money at him can distract from his reign of terror.



Saturday, November 21, 2015

When Turkeys Attack!!! (pt. 2)


It's that time of year where America gives thanks for family, friends, and the delicious juiciness of a roasted turkey in the middle of their dining room table.

But sometimes turkeys don't take kindly to their brethren tasting all delicious and looking wonderful as a leftover sandwich--and they fight back.

Now the shoe's on the other foot. Until Thanksgiving, here you'll see what hell humanity wrought when turkeys wisen-up.

Today:  Suburbia Under Siege



Thoughts & Questions:
1.) Well, this guy is a superhero. After mounting the camera and making a call--and watching a mom and child get attacked--oh, oh, oh, I'll go lend a hand!
2.) You usually only hear screaming off camera like that in a Hitchcock film.
3.) Good lord, what are the turkeys doing off camera? Are they brandishing knives? Handguns? This turned from pesky fowl to horror movie in about 15 seconds.

And the winner is:   Tom Turkey. They're on the verge of busting kneecaps.



Thursday, November 19, 2015

When Turkeys Attack!!!



It's that time of year where America gives thanks for family, friends, and the delicious juiciness of a roasted turkey in the middle of their dining room table.

But sometimes turkeys don't take kindly to their brethren tasting all delicious and looking wonderful as a leftover sandwich--and they fight back.

Now the shoe's on the other foot. Until Thanksgiving, here you'll see what hell humanity wrought when turkeys wisen-up.


Today: The Jaws of Turkeys





Thoughts & Questions:
1.) At what point did it seem like a good idea to get up nice and close to a wild turkey? Was it before or after you realized he was three feet tall, had giant claws, and a bad attitude?
2.) Hat tip to the mailman for peeling in at 200mph to try and take the bird out. Sure, he nearly takes the woman out as well, but that's a small detail.
3.) At the 1:15 mark Tom Turkey is walking away. He's cooled down. He's calling it a day. AND THE WOMAN STARTS WALKING TOWARD HIM AGAIN.

And the winner is:   Tom Turkey. He showed class after awhile, but the woman was picking a fight. He's a hero to turkeys everywhere.




Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Thanksgiving, revisited, once again.



The only story reposted on this blog every year is this story.

As the word implies, Thanksgiving is about giving thanks--not to deities or dollars, but in life, general. In 1978, CBS reporter Charles Kuralt visited a family in rural Mississippi that had something to be truly thankful for.

This is that story.


 
May you be thankful for anything you have today. Happy Thanksgiving, folks.




Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Thanksgiving in Prairie Mississippi: A Charles Kuralt Story


The only story reposted here every year is this story.

Discounted toys and clearance rack bargains needn't be what Thanksgiving is about, nor the gluttony of seeing how much tryptophan it takes to mimic entering a diabetic coma from too much pecan pie.

So here's the annual reposting of a Charles Kuralt story that aired on CBS in 1978 about a rural Mississippi family that had something to be truly thankful for:



May you and your family have many things to be thankful for this year. Happy Thanksgiving, folks.



Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Charles Kuralt and Thanksgiving, Revisited.


These days Thanksgiving is about football and your extended relatives getting tanked on boxed wine and Natty Ice.

While the NFL games are a great sedative for the vegetative state you'll induce yourself into via mass quantities of tryptophan and saturated fats--and though the boxed wine is probably the highest mid-level low quality boxed wine on the market--Thanksgiving was about more noble things once.

So here's Charles Kuralt. Last November I posted this video, and it seems appropriate to post again with Thanksgiving tomorrow.

It's five minutes about a family with something to be truly thankful for:





The best of Thanksgivings to you and yours, folks.



Saturday, May 12, 2012

F. Scott Fitzgerald loves him some turkey.

Noted booze-hound and all-around party boy, F. Scott Fitzgerald, had a funny streak in him--which can be hard to believe when you see how dour The Great Gatsby is.

Well, Fitzgerald once made a list during a moment of ha-ha about what to do with extra turkey after Thanksgiving. Duly noted, the website Lists of Note has preserved it for our perusal.

Some of the notable entries on his list:

1. Turkey Cocktail: To one large turkey add one gallon of vermouth and a demijohn of angostura bitters. Shake.

4. Turkey Mongole: Take three butts of salami and a large turkey skeleton, from which the feathers and natural stuffing have been removed. Lay them out on the table and call up some Mongole in the neighborhood to tell you how to proceed from there.

6. Stolen Turkey: Walk quickly from the market, and, if accosted, remark with a laugh that it had just flown into your arms and you hadn't noticed it. Then drop the turkey with the white of one egg—well, anyhow, beat it.

10. Turkey à la Maryland: Take a plump turkey to a barber's and have him shaved, or if a female bird, given a facial and a water wave. Then, before killing him, stuff with old newspapers and put him to roost. He can then be served hot or raw, usually with a thick gravy of mineral oil and rubbing alcohol. (Note: This recipe was given me by an old black mammy.)

Ehhhhhh.

Not like a reference to "an old black mammy" makes things awkward or anything...

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Payback, turkey style.

According to the U.S. Department of Agriculture, forty-five million turkeys will be sold, cooked, and tasting delicious across America today.

So turkeys need vengeance whenever they can get it--like on this suburban mom and son. At about the 0:48 mark the son is scooped up by mom and she runs off camera to screams, and suddenly this turns into a Hitchcockian drama:

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Talkin' Turkey



When people mention 1970's television, I imagine television that's full of warm brown and orange tones. Think: All in the Family, The Jeffersons, The Partridge Family. Shag orange carpeting should be required. Bell-bottoms optional.

But here's Walter Cronkite hosting an edition of the CBS Evening News on November 13, 1972, which, based on film quality, looks pulled from a 1938 time capsule.

Why does it matter? Because it's about Cuero, TX, and their annual Turkey Trot, as told by Charles Kuralt.

Let's revisit Thanksgiving during a simpler time, when watching television made you feel like you had cataracts.