On a lighter note

I am going to my sister's house for Thanksgiving dinner.  Denise is multi talented to say the least. She has, in the last few years, married, taken up sewing and become an accomplished hunter.She and her husband, Warren, will be cooking the turkey. I am in charge of the dressing which was made and put in he freezer this past weekend.
Denise called me today to tell me that she is using Trisha Yearwoods turkey recipie. This is an unusual recipie and I am impressed that she is going to try it, impressed  that she and Warren researched and settled on this togather. This recipie calls for a 500 degree oven, a turkey and boiling water. I have no doublt that it will be wonderful.
I remember the first time I cooked a turkey for the family. I purchased a butterball turkey to ensure that I had a leg up on this project. I knew that the giblets and neck were inside the turkey, but there was no way I was going to stick my hand inside that turkey. Using the spray nozzle at the sink, I flooded the interior of the bird, turned it upside down and shook for all I was worth. Out came the giblets in their neat little package, that's all, no neck, just the little sack. I decided they must not have put a neck in this bird, which suited me just fine.
So, with the interior of the bird cleaned and seasoned, I proceeded to stuff the bird, then place him in the oven.
While the bird cooked, I made all the other preparations, including a beautiful table set with crystal and china.
I was going all out, including presenting the beautifully browned turkey on a platter to my waiting and surely impressed guests.
Family custom dictated that Pop carve the turkey and spoon out the dressing inside the bird. All went well for about 2 spoonfulls, when Pop hesitated, with a quizzical look on his face he tried to get the spoon into the bird for more dressing. Having no success, he bent down and peered into the turkey, then, with his fingers, he removed the now cooked neck from the inside of the turkey. Now I want you to get a mental picture of what that neck coming out of the turkey must have looked like. I was horrified, the guests were speechless..silence hung in the air like a death pall. Pop looked at me, winked, and then said..."well, now this is certainly a clear case of having one's head up one's a**"
 The laughter was instantaneous...and balm for my humiliation.
Dinner proceeded amid much laughter. I will never forget that first Thanksgiving.
My hope is that Denise and Warren have fun doing the cooking and that we all enjoy not only the fruits of their labors, but each other as well.
It's the love that goes into the dinner that matters most.....