The Septimus Notes

Friday, November 26, 2004

Thanksgiving Thoughts and Sayings.

TT&S #1: It may have been a "Happy Turkey Day," but it certainly wasn't a happy day for turkeys.

TT&S#2: To A, who was raised Baptist, "You have very Protestant sex. Ha! That's funny. Sex. Like sects." I dunno that he got it, and I've been reading to much Weber.

TT&S#3: Women's Lib means cold pies. It occurred to me yesterday, when we were eating the apple and cream cheese pie that I concocted (that tasted great, btw), the pie would have tasted better had it been warm. Then it occurred to me that most of the pies I've had on Thanksgiving, or any other day, have been cold. Not just cool, but very nearly cold. Only not perfectly cold because they have been pulled out of the fridge and left carelessly on the counter to warm up. And only one conclusion can be drawn from this: Having pulled women out of the kitchen and placed them into the work place has left dinner and dessert preparation to the dogs and while, yes, a great deal of them do return to that classic place on Thanksgiving day, the spirit is no longer there. They aren't in the kitchen the whole time, and, surely enough, a great deal of the pies at the feast may not even have been homemade. I have not been there, but I feel safe in making the claim that in the old days the women only left the kitchen to serve the food and to briefly share in the saying of grace and when dessert time rolled around the pies were warm (even hot), with flaky pastry shells and dollops of ice cream that one had to gobble down as the heat of the pies were quickly turning them into soup.

::unbuttons jeans and sighs::

promulgated by SWS2.1 at 15:47.
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