Thanksgiving Turkey Tradition

Thanksgiving Day Turkey

Happy Thanksgiving from all the Grassy Knoll Institute rocket scientists.

Typical Thanksgiving at the GKI.
Of course, our Thanksgiving day meal is all about the turkey. Doesn't it look just delicious?
Stuffing, home made and cooked with the turkey allowing the natural juices of the turkey to soak through adding that perfect blend of taste and texture.
Mashed potatoes, not the instant type, but peeled and mashed and cooked potatoes. (Sidenote: peel a potato. Run it under cold water for 30 seconds. Sprinkle just a dash of salt and bite into a delectable treat)
Corn, not on the cobb, but fresh corn smothered in butter and pepper.
Cranberries, a little wild tasting, especially if you take a sip of cold milk right before or after taking a bite on cranberries. (Go ahead, you know you want to try that)
Pea's and carrots, which I usually pass to the family member on my left.
Crescent rolls, hot from the oven, smothered in butter.
Celery, plain, with cream cheese, and peanut butter.
Green olives, Cashews, Chocolates.
Dessert, Pumpkin pie, pecan pie, apple pie.
A lot of football in between and after.

And today as we celebrate Thanksgiving, let us all remember John F. Kennedy, out 35th president who was assassinated this day 44 years ago.

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I Am Glad I Picked You

I saw you across a crowded room.
Among all the others that were there.
The lights seemed to shine down on you alone.
I knew then that I had to have you for my own.
Willingly, you came with me to my home. From the car, I carried you through the door.
Looking at you, I admired your body, your well shaped legs, and breasts.
Slowly I remove what wraps, were around your body so tightly,
fitting you like a glove. Exposing your tender white skin.
From your neck, I remove your charms, and carry you off in my arms, to the warm water that waits.
The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your soft breasts and then, making your legs glisten with wetness.
Droplets of water cover your taut skin.
My hands rub your body all over....ummmmmmmm,
running them through the beads of water.
Making them trickle down off your body.
I place my fingers inside you.
You are warm and moist, so ready.
I carry your still dripping body, to a laying place,
so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter you before we even came through the door.
As soon as I lay you down your legs spread open wide.
You are ready now and so am I.
I put a little in slowly at first,
getting a feel for how much you can take in.
I put in more, you take it willingly.
In anticipation, faster and faster I put it in.
Pushing it in deeply as far as I can, until I can't put any more in.
You are so tight.
With your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any of it,
I make you so hot for a very long time,
until your sweet juices escape from within.
Then I taste you, with my tongue at first,
your skin is so soft and tender.
I taste more of you with my mouth,
you are so hot and moist, you taste so good.
Your juices coating my mouth, making me drool in anticipation of eating you more, with every taste.

Oh yes, I say to you, I must say grace........

Thank God for Butterball turkey.

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Hide The Sausage

Holiday Turkey Shoot

Thanksgiving and Christmas were very special times growing up as a lad. You see, we only had turkey dinners on these two days and with seven brothers and sisters, it was a scramble for leftovers the next day. Of course, as always, there was plenty of turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and all the fixings the day of the holiday. It was the days after that concerned us.

The day after Thanksgiving and Christmas all the kids would run to the fridge for leftovers. Who am I kidding; we were drooling for some leftover turkey. Sure, the other leftovers were good and complimented the turkey ensemble but the turkey was the prized possession. Problem was, seven kids plus two parents and only one fridge and only a certain amount of turkey leftovers. This meant that the leftovers were gobbled up the day after and we would then have to wait for the next holiday.

This brought on another family tradition. Each child, and parent, would hack off some turkey and hide it some place in the fridge. At first it was simple to find the hidden treasure (Turkey) as it was placed behind milk cartons, behind a Coke bottle, inserted in the Land O Lakes butter box, and in the bottom crisper door. We then became a little more creative and began taping the turkey (In bags of course) to the ceiling of the fridge and behind items that would stay in one place for a while. In time, all hiding places were quickly found and pillaged like Vikings on a drunken binge.

Until I found the ultimate hiding place. Of course, because it was winter, it was cold outside and we had plenty of snow. One time, the day after Christmas, I built a snowman in the backyard. I then carefully inserted the wrapped up turkey in the center of the snowman and filled it in with snow. The perfect icebox.

Several freezing days went by and the turkey and all the trimmings were long gone. It was time to strike. I put my coat on and went outside to play. I immediately went to the garage, got my dads screwdriver, and chipped out the block of frozen turkey hidden in the mid-section of the snowman. Into the house and to the kitchen I went. I turned on the oven to low heat and put in the turkey. Ten minutes later, it was thawed and warm. The turkey was fantastic. Within minutes, several brothers and sisters came in to investigate as the smell of turkey filled the kitchen. Many questions were asked where it was hidden but no answers were offered. I had found the perfect hiding place.

Footnote: The next year, I built another snowman and hid the turkey in the same spot. Several days later I went out for the turkey and dug it out. Like the last year, I went inside and turned on the oven and unwrapped the turkey delight. But something was terribly wrong. As the outer tin foil wrap was taken off, there was only a block of ice and a sandwich baggie with a piece of paper in it.

The note simply said, saw you building the snowman, took a guess and got lucky. Thanks.

It would be years later that my brother George told me he was the one who saw me building the snowman and guessed that was my secret hiding place.

R.I.P. George 11/20/1997

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Riding The Christmas Tree

Looking at the calendar seeing November rapidly fading I can almost hear the gears begin to shift into the high glee of the Christmas spirit. With my vantage point, I can see the traffic congestion, thousands of cars filled with happy shoppers waiting for hours to save 5 bucks on a four-slice toaster.

But this blog ain’t about the lead up to Christmas, it’s the after effects of the holiday season, or more precise, the tradition of taking down the tree. (Rest assured, there will be a very soon blog on the tradition of putting the Christmas tree up, from the old days of going out and cutting down a fresh tree to the current artificial tree scenario we have right now.)

Happy New Year!!! Yes January 1st is here and the tree is still in the corner. Our two wild cats have already picked it clean of all their favorite baubles and trinkets leaving a smattering of tidings and joy scattered throughout the house. You haven’t lived until you see silver tinsel in the cat box. And it didn’t fall in there either. Yet I digress yet again.

The dismantling of the tree and storing it away was always a chore. Taking down all the ornaments that the cats didn’t like and putting them back in their boxes, unwrapping the garland strings and folding it ever so nicely back into its boxes, unwinding the several thousand lights that when at full illumination, burned my retina’s out and I couldn’t see for two full days.

And yes, the lights always seem to get tangled into a big ball and it takes quite awhile and plenty of patience to get them all wound up in the right coiled position so next year when they are unpacked, they are not in a big ass ball.

Finally, the tree is bare and I bring the tree box from the basement and center it in the living room. Taking out the old newspapers from years past that I use to cover the tree, (I don’t know why I do that) I begin with the treetop and it pops right off. I set it on top of the lazy boy couch.
The tree is in sections and comes apart fairly easily. This part takes all of five minutes. I then pack each section carefully in the box, put the treetop in and the poles and the tree stand. I then put the old newspapers on top and tape up the box readying it for its journey and dormant sleep for another year in the basement.

I pushed the tree box to the kitchen door and positioned it in front of the basement stairs. Gently and slowly I lifted the tree box beginnings its journey down the steps. Then it happened. I guess my tennis shoes were untied for I stepped on the laces and tripped and fell right on top of the tree box. A split second later, I was inside the tree box sleeping with the branches, and a split second after that I was riding the damn Christmas tree down the basement steps.

Thump, Thump, Thump, times 15 steps. My heart was pounding and my mind went blank. (My wife says hard to believe huh?) The ride was over in a nanosecond. The box slip safely to a halt about five feet on the basement floor. I jumped out of that box like a Jack-In-The-Box tightly wound. Feeling nothing broken I started to laugh. I sat down on the floor cracking up thinking that this episode would have been perfect for America’s Funniest home movies. Where’s the damn web cam when you need them?

Later that day I told my wife Patty of my most eventful day. She looked at me in shock, asked if I was OK, and then proceeded to bust out in laughter calling me by her pet name she made up for me. “You idiot, you’re lucky you didn’t kill yourself.” Yes dear, but at least the Christmas tree was stowed away for another year and I got a free ride down the steps.

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Credit Card Gift Card

A Grassy Knoll Institute Holiday Shopping Tip

Thanksgiving is no longer a holiday to remember the Pilgrims sitting down with the Indians for a meal. It is now the kickoff day for the holiday shopping season feeding frenzy. Shoppers will flock in droves to the stores for those early bargains, deep discounted items, and door buster one-day only specials. But buyers beware. There is a new gift out there this year. The CREDIT CARD Gift Card. Yes, this gift just recently surfaced the past several years but is deemed to be one the most popular gifts given this holiday season. And the retailers love it.

Lets say you decide to get a $100.00 gift card for the family member on your list that is tough to buy for. After Christmas, said family member happily embarks to the local mall to buy, say, a pair of shoes. He pays $85.40 including tax. He then buys a pack of sports socks, his favorite team for $13.49 including tax. He has spent $98.89 and is happy that he got what he wanted. And, the credit card company is happy for said family member now has $1.11 left on his account and it is very difficult to purchase anything at the mall for that amount.

The credit card company will keep that balance available for approximately 6 months and then clear the account reaping in that $1.11 as profit. Multiply this amount by several million cards and it turns out to be a pretty sweet business venture.

I found this out last winter while shopping. My son had one of those gift cards good at any store in the Southern park Mall in Youngstown, Ohio. He used a good portion of it up and wanted to buy a calendar with the remaining balance. The clerk was unable to see the balance on the card and tried to complete the transaction. The computer beeped back that there wasn't enough on the card. My son tried a lower number and would pay the difference in cash.

He had to try 5 times before the computer would accept the amount entered. And still, my son didn't know how much was left on the card. Now wait a minute for everyone that is going to tell me that there is a website you can visit and enter the card number to see the balance, but when you are already at the mall, its a tough call.

So, what have we learned at the Grassy Knoll Institute today? When giving a monetary gift for Christmas, make it cash, not the gift credit card.

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Danny Boy Lyrics - Official Meaning

Perhaps the most popular American Irish song is Danny Boy. Many people here in the states identify Danny Boy to Ireland and its people. It is sung and played at many Irish funerals and the tune can be heard throughout the day at almost every drinking establishment in the United States on St. Patrick's Day. But did you know Danny Boy is really not an Irish tune? That is correct! It was written by Frederick Weatherly who was an English lawyer, in 1910. Weatherly later married the lyrics to an old melody, Air From County Derry, (Londonderry Air) which became the classic song everyone knows today.

But what is Danny Boy about? What do the lyrics mean? There is plenty of speculation that it is about an Irish father watching his son go off to war knowing that he will (The father) will be gone, (Dead) or of the IRA going to battle, or a sickly mother to her son saying goodbye as her son leaves for the states. But, the real meaning is a love song from a woman to man. Even so, the lyrics are written well enough to have several meanings throughout the ages and the Irish have taken this song as one of it's own. It will be sung at my own funeral one day. Hopefully a long long time from now.

What about the revisions of the song the past 100 years. Well, the verses below are what my grandmother Veronica sang to us.

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so
And when ye come, and all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave' there for me
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For you shall bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

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Giant Aliens Attack On St. Patricks Day

Attack On St. patricks Day

On a mild March morning in Dublin, Ireland, giant aliens attacked without warning. Kicking off the festivities and the three day St. Patrick's Day parade, a balloon of gigantic proportions of St. Patrick himself, came into view signaling the start of the parade. In a bold and daring move, giant aliens hidden inside the balloon, sliced it open and descended upon the unsuspecting crowd of partygoers.On a positive note, the balloon did win "Best Irish Theme."

Happy St. Patrick's Day from the Grassy Knoll Institute.

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St. Patricks Day Quiz And Facts

If you think that all Irish people are drunks, wear green, build ships that sink, love to fight, put on a great parade, and make a hell of a beer, then the following list and quiz is for you.St. Patrick's Day is celebrated to commemorate the death of St. Patrick on March 17th, 461 AD.

Where does the Blarney Stone come from?
Answer: From Blarney castle.

Gaelic is the official language of Ireland. Although not many people speak it nowadays.

In Ireland, wearing the color green stands for hope.

What colors are the Irish flag?
Answer: Green, white, and orange.

What is a shillelagh?
Answer: A short club, almost cane.

According to legend, if you catch a Leprechaun, you should never take your eyes off him lest he disappear.

St. Patrick's birth name was Maewyn Succat.

Other than guard his pot of gold, what else does a Leprechaun do?
Answer: He is a cobbler and makes shoes.

Erin Go Braugh means "Ireland Forever."

What happens if you don't wear green on St. Patrick's day?
Answer: You 'll get pinched.

The official emblem of Ireland is not the Shamrock, nor the Leprechaun, nor the Irish cross, but the Irish harp.

Ireland's National airline is called "Aer Lingus" and it's emblem is the shamrock.

Kissing the Blarney stone gives the kisser the gift of gab and cures them from shyness. And to do this feat, you must lie on your back and tilt your head backwards and slowly lower yourself down to the stone, usually with the aid of several close friends. Also noted, the local lads love to relieve themselves at night on the Blarney stone and then watch the tourists kiss the stone.

The shamrock was used by st. Patrick to show the pagans he was trying to convert to Christianity that three can be as one, as in the holy trinity, or the three leafs of the shamrock make up the whole.

St. Patrick's Cathedral is located in Dublin, Ireland.

A Leprechaun is noted as a fairy, not a troll, or an imp, or a spirit, but an unsociable fairy.

A Sidhe refers to the earthen mounds that were thought to be home to a supernatural race, or elves.

A Banshee is a mean and nasty female spirit seen as an omen of death and a messenger from hell. Also see Hillary Clinton.

The capital of Ireland is Dublin.

Ireland's population is just over 4 million citizens.

Roman Catholic makes up more than 88% of the population.

Ireland's government type is a Republic.

Life expectancy for Ireland natives is 77.5 years.

Ireland has 1.26 million Internet users.

Ireland uses the Euro as it's currency.

The rock band U2 is from Ireland. So is Van Morrison.

Alas, so are the Irish Rovers, but we're trying to keep that a secret.

What is the name of illegally distilled whiskey in Ireland?
Answer: Poteen.

Irish shipbuilders built the ill fated Titanic.

The local obituaries broadcast is one of the most popular radio shows in Ireland.

Ireland used to be infested with witches. Gladly, the last one was Alice Kytler, from Kilkenny in 1820. She had four husbands, and yes, all four died from suspected poisoning. Kytler's residence still stands, and in fact is an Inn with a restaurant. Be sure to leave a big tip if you know what's good for you.

Ireland once had a huge prostitution problem. Montgomery Street in Dublin was the largest red light district in all of Europe, with almost 2000 ladies of the evening practicing their craft. I don't think any Catholic priests were customers.

Pyramids in Egypt, big deal! The Newgrange passage tomb in County Meath was constructed around 3200 BC, making it more than 600 years older than the Giza Pyramids in Egypt, and 1,000 years older than Stonehenge.

The Vikings founded Dublin in 988 AD. They have yet to win the Superbowl.

In 1800, the population of Ireland was almost twice as large as that of the United States. By the year 2000, America’s population was 60 times that of Ireland. Ask us about the rhythm method.

Ireland was once densely forested, but was practically stripped of all it's tree's in the 17th century. Last known island to do this was Easter Island, the makers of the Maoi statues that adorn the coastline.

The island of Ireland land mass covers 26,598 square miles.

Halloween was brought over to America by the emigrating Irish. Halloween was a druid (Ancient Celts) celebration to ward of evil spirits by dressing up as spirits and using hollowed out ghords lit afire to scare the demons away from the village.

Did you know that Ireland is one of the best spots for surfing? Yes, that's right! Ireland. The West coast of Donegal Bay is completely exposed to the Atlantic ocean, thus allowing the waves to pound the beach. The shape of the bay, (Funnel shaped) the winds intensify the waves increasing the speed and power of the waves creating some of the best surfing conditions in the world.

Beyond The Green Door, a porno movie starring actress Marilyn Chambers, was not made in Ireland. It just had a green door.

John F. Kennedy was the first United States president elected with an Irish Catholic heritage. Kennedy was assassinated in November of 1963. Wonder why no more Irish Catholics candidates became president!

The Quiet Man, filmed in Ireland in 1952 starring John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara, is one of the most popular movies made.

Hal Roach is Ireland's most famed comedians. Roach has been headlining at Jury's Hotel in Dublin for over a quarter of a century. Write that down!

"You know it's summer in Ireland when the rain gets warmer."
Hal Roach, comedian.

Waterford Crystal is the home of the world's finest crystal.

Guinness Brewing company has a 9000 year old lease on the factory and land that brews Guinness beer for 45 pounds per year. Tell me Guinness beer is not important to the Irish people.

The largest dog in the world is the Irish Wolfhound.

Eire is the Gaelic name for Ireland.

Legend has it that St. Patrick drove out all the snakes from Ireland. But, Ireland was covered in ice completely during the most recent ice age and everyone knows snakes hate the cold.

Before Patrick became a missionary, he was abducted by pirates and held captive for several years.

The Irish bag pipes have been around for over 2000 years in Ireland. They were known as warpipes, as armies used them to march their soldiers to war. They are often used at Irish funerals with Amazing Grace as the most popular song choice.

What is a bean-jacks in Ireland?
Answer: The ladies restroom.

Bingo wings are flabby underarms on a woman.

What does it mean if an Irish girl wants to give an attractive man a few bob?
Answer: Yes, she wants to have sex with him. Write it down.

Cake Hole! Yes, it's your big mouth. As in shut your cake-hole!

Cock mangers are the public urinals.

Be careful if a man asks to play your flute. A flute is slang for penis.

And yea, I'm not even going to mention River Dancing by Michael Flatley, so I'll merely dance a jig around that subject.

Last but not least, raise a glass to all and yell out,"Slainte!" Slainte is a drinking toast to wish good health.

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Kissing The Blarney Stone

Legend Of Kissing The Blarney Stone

When visiting Ireland, the emerald isle, one of the favorite tourist destinations is Blarney Castle, where thousands of tourists line up each and every day to kiss the Blarney Stone to receive the fabled "Gift Of Gab." But to kiss the stone, is a wee bit complicated. You see, the Blarney stone is embedded in Blarney castle, perched 83 feet above the ground.

Each person wishin to kiss the stone must lie on their backs, and slowly get lowered down by two friends, (They should be two really good friends) and then, while you are turned upside down, you are ready to pucker up. If your friends lose their grip on you, you will plunge to certain death.

Psst....Hey, over here. Just a little tip for all you tourists puckering up. I have it on very good authority that the local young menfolk like to pull practical jokes on tourists. One of their favorites is to sneak into the castle area at night and relieve themselves all over the Blarney Stone. Bring your mouthwash.

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Rare Rainbows End Photo

End Of The Rainbow Treasure

The Grassy Knoll Institute has photographic proof that rainbows really do have a beginning and an end. The photo at the top clearly shows a double rainbow with one of them touching down right smack dab in the center of the street in the town of Dublin, Ireland.At first, the townsfolk stood and stared at the amazing rainbow and how beautiful and awe inspiring nature can be in all it's splendor. But sadly, seconds later a riot broke out as it finally dawned on the townsfolk that there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Hundreds of people rushed to the center of the street in search of the gold but alas none was to be had.

News cameras were rolling taping the scene for the evening news when the Grassy Knoll Institute crew noticed a wee little man walking very slowly away from the scene carrying something under his coat. The little man was heard mumbling something under his breath about no one gettin their hands on me gold. In an instant, the wee little man vanished.

Only in Ireland.

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Traditional Irish Food

As St. Patrick's Day rapidly approaches, I present to you traditional Irish dishes that I have had. The photo's are not my own however, but rest assured, I have tasted all these dishes.

Traditional Irish Stew

To begin, we start with Irish Stew. Ingredients are mutton, but the stew I ate had lean beef cubes in place of the mutton, peeled and un-peeled potatoes, carrots, cut onions, beef broth, and spices of salt, pepper, and parsley, and chives. With the beef cubes, it is delicious. With mutton, not good at all.

Irish Soda Bread

Next up is Soda Bread to compliment the stew. You could stop right here and have a complete meal, but why should we? Soda bread is not my style, its to doughy, sort of like unfinished angel food cake.

Irish Shepherds Pie

Another dish is Shepherds Pie. Its encased in a lightly breaded baked crust, filled with carrots, potatoes, onions, spices, and either beef or lamb. Sometimes you can find turnips as well mixed in the thick gravy, but the Grassy Knoll Institute does not recommend them.

Irish Potato Cakes

Of course, no meal is complete without Potato Cakes that can be found with almost every lunch and dinner, and sometimes breakfast. They are exactly what you think, potatoes, flour, a little onions and peppers, butter or lard, and you cook them or fry which is preferred to a light golden brown. These are not "Arbys Potato Cakes."

Irish Fish And Chips

Most believe this next dish, Fish And Chips are an English dish. Yes, it is, but is also a very popular Irish dish as well. The fish is cod, lightly coated in beer batter, and fried to a golden brown. Chips, or french fries, are cooked to a crunch. Delicious.

Corned Beef And Cabbage

And finally, Corned Beef And Cabbage. The beef is thinly sliced on homemade bread, and the cabbage, oh I hate cabbage, stinks to high heaven. Many people love the cabbage, but not me.

Anyway, these are just a few traditional Irish food dishes.





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Ancient Irish Harvest Chant

The Grassy Knoll Institute would like to share with you an ancient Irish harvest chant. Each year during the last week of September through the entire month of October, the native Irish would wake at dawn, go out to their fields, and repeat this magic chant over and over and each time speaking it louder and faster.

This powerful chant was and still used primarily for three very important reasons:
#1 To ensure that the harvest would be successful and bountiful so as to keep their family fed all year. A poor harvest and the family could be doomed.
#2 To ward off evil spirits. Halloween, as we now know it, was derived from ancient Celtic Druids who used this chant at harvest time. It kept the evil spirits from descending upon the village during harvest time to destroy the crop.
#3 To gain great wisdom. It is said that if the chant is repeated enough through the years, you will become wealthy and wise. It does take some practice, so don't worry if you cannot say it correctly at first. You will get it eventually.

Here are the instructions:
To begin, speak very clearly and slowly and use the pause until you become familiar with the words. Enunciate each word.

Then, repeat the chant without the pause and keep repeating it out loud faster and faster until you become very wise. The chant works well very quickly.
Caution: You must speak the chant out loud.

You cannot whisper it or say it silently.
It must be spoken aloud for the chant to work.

Ooooooh waaaaaah (pause)
Taaaaaaa foooooo (pause)
Lie aaaammmmmm (pause)

Good luck and Happy St. Patrick's Day To Ye.

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