Joke for Hound Dog
Quote from HoundDog
.[/QUOTE]This is Posting #4 that Longford suggested answered Isla Verde´s inquiry as to where to find a U.S. style Thanksgiving feast in Mexico.
Let´s just forget the obvious that Thanksgiving is more than a normally mediocre meal of roasted turkey accompanied by various sides favored by the family presenting the "feast" and their guests but always keeping in mind that that the meal, such as it usually is served , is simply the basis for the reason for gathering and the real purpose is to get together with family and friends you cannot normally bear to be around except once a year or so.
The key to understanding the history of the Thanksgiving turkey dinner and the reason this sort of "feast" evolved is to understand that the reason for that is what I call the "Presbyterian Church Syndrome". In the deep south in the United States, the tradition each Sunday is to begin roasting the beef as the family heads out to worship "De Lawd" in the presence of other pious folks so inclined which is a social call in such places and the notion is that the side of beef will be properly cooked upon their return from religious duties when, at that time, the accompinaments could be prepared in short order. If one were sitting in a pew in a House of God in those days and the preacher became long-winded in his praise of the Lord and the roast was overcooking, this was an unacceptable faux pax on the preacher´s part and if he did that often enough he was destined to end up in Yazoo City or some place in the dreaded Texas.
The Thanksgiving feast was designed around this tradition. Pre- make the cornbread dressing and cranberry sauce; put the turkey in the oven, throw the oyster casserole into the oven at the last minute and there you have it. Go get soused. What does some fancy hotel dining room in Mexico City understand about this besides catering to lonely business travelers. A bad joke.[/QUOTE]
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Hound Dog frequently refers to his Alabama past so I laughed out loud when I read the following last night: (This is for you HoundDog but all in fun.


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A good ole Alabama boy won a bass boat in a raffle drawing. He brought it home and his wife looked at it and said: "What are you gonna do with that? There ain't no water deep enough to float in a boat within 100 miles of here."
He said: "I won it and I'm a gonna keep it."
His brother came over to visit several days later. He saw his brother's wife and asked where his bro was. She said: "He's out there in his new bass boat," pointing to the field behind the house.
So he headed out behind the house and saw his brother sitting in a bass boat with a fishing rod in his hand out in the middle of a big field. He yelled out to him: "What are you doing?"
His brother yelled back: "I'm fishin', what does it look like I'm a doing?"
His brother yelled: "It's people like you that give people from Alabama a bad name, makin' everybody think we is stupid. If I could swim, I'd come out there and give you what for!"

