Let’s Talk Turkey

For our readers who don’t live in the U.S., to talk turkey means to discuss something honestly and directly.  Long-time readers already know that we do that; tact might not be our gift.  Thanksgiving is probably NOT the best time to talk turkey as you are dealing with family and maybe extended family.  I think that this meme has the right idea, especially in these contentious times:

Good luck with that!

We’re doing the post on Wednesday because I forgot to upload Thanksgiving pictures last week for Kathy.  It turned out to be a good thing for us since we don’t shop on Black Friday and now can spend the morning doing what we want to (Deb sleeping, Kathy family fun time).  The benefit to you, dear readers, is that you have two extra days to read the post no matter how you slice it.

We continue to be stymied in our effort to find a cranberry server to use as a Thanksgiving giveaway:  

After seeing a couple and passing on them because we were sure we could find one at a better price, we now admit our mistake and just want to find one.  It’s been a year now, but we keep looking.  We know it’s out there waiting for us.

Almost all of our Thanksgiving finds are turkeys, literally:


At first we thought this might be a salt or pepper shaker, but it was too big.  Then we looked again and noticed that there were decorative (?) holiday picks stuck in the holes.  What’s worse—those awful leaf and ribbon picks, or the turkey that looks like you dropped a bowl of mixed veggies on it before putting it in the kiln?  Maybe it’s a diet aid that works by killing your appetite.

This actually seems like a handy gadget for those who can’t figure out how to cook a turkey:

I shouldn’t really talk since I’ve never cooked a turkey (Vegetarian!) but it doesn’t look like rocket science.  I loved the scene in The Accidental Tourist where the brothers find out how their sister is cooking the Thanksgiving turkey; I was never more happy being vegetarian.  She might have needed this timer.

I found two turkey candles in the Goodwill bins:

They were in shockingly good shape for being unprotected in a huge mass of unprocessed goods.  They were vintage and big, 10 inches tall; I ended up selling them on Etsy.  People really have a thing for those holiday candles and they sell pretty handily.  The trick is to find them in good condition.

We’re hoping that this is a kid’s craft project:

Oh my, what can we say about this?  I think the most merciful use would be as a fire starter and end its time on Earth.  I hope that it hasn’t been saved for years and trotted out on Thanksgiving to adorn the table.

We think that these were a craft project, too:

For some reason, these two don’t bother me as much as the previous slapdash creation.  It must be the eyes and burlap tails or maybe they chose a better-looking pine cone.  Somehow, it works.

These salt and pepper turkeys are beyond the pale:

Holy crap!  I wouldn’t use salt or pepper out of these; that paint/glaze is probably laced with lead.

What’s Thanksgiving without some Pilgrims?

The funny thing is that we saw another set of Pilgrims today that were also painted blue, but were a different couple.  What’s with the blue?  I thought that Pilgrims wore dark clothes.  Turns out that I was wrong and they wore colors such as purple, red, and blue along with grays, browns, and blacks.  Still doesn’t make this pair good, but maybe they’re more accurate than I thought.

Pumpkins aren’t just for Halloween:

Oh, the horror of burlap, lace, jute, and pearls.  If it were just a bit spherical, it would at least be the right shape.  This feels like a Pinterest fail.  They did the right thing by donating it to a thrift store.  The real question is why they made it in the first place.

Speaking of Pinterest, that was where I found this beautiful turkey:

Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I thought he was pretty.

To all of our readers who are celebrating Thanksgiving, we hope that it’s a wonderful day spent with those you love.




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