Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgivingday Post

One will be heavily involved in cookery and eatery all day today, as the No Blood for Hubris household gathers together for a festive Tibetan buddhist version Thanksgivingday feast. Mr. NBFH and oneself start dicing salt pork at dawn, no we don't I'm lying. Maybe around nine. Making NE style stuffing. This is complex and takes hours.. (Throw the salt pork into a big pot. Chop mounds of onions and celery and garlic. Wait around till the salt pork gets crispy. Watch cricket in the meantime. Remove salt pork pieces from big pot. Throw onions and celery and garlic into pot. Saute same. Throw in some Bell's Seasoning. Must be Bell's. . . . well, you get the idea . . . )

Life goes on in this vein for hours, with a serene wish that all things being cooked are ready more or less together which they never are, and that the gravy is purty smooth, which is mostly is. A good time is had by all, with thankfulness to toward all circumstances which have auspiciously arisen so that this occasion could occur.

So I wanted to put up something re: T-day, for the day. One was tempted by William Burroughs'Thanksgiving prayer, by Lord Amherst's biological warfare blankets (did that last year), and "Thanksgiving & Socialism: What Really Happened at Plymouth.".

One's slightly better self won out. This Thanksgiving song by Don Henley, attached to endless pictures of Don Henley, embodies hope, if not change, awareness of impermanence, and some other relevant Thanksgiving-y stuff.

Don Henley - My Thanksgiving (Photos and Videos Slide) - video powered by Metacafe

Be well, those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving, and be well, those who do not.


No Blood for Hubris said...

Dear DC friends just emailed to say "yes, that's how you make stuffing!" and that T has actually been up since dawn a-choppin'. T & B re doing a carb-less Gary Taubes-type stuffing with onions oysters celery sausage, while here we're doing the carb things, but just for now. (T & B converted us recently.)

SeattleTammy said...

Happy Thanksgiving dear Padmini!
We'll have a houseful too, and we'll raise a toast to you and yours!

democommie said...

no blood for hubris:

Happy Thanksgiving. And for you an old buddhist joke.

So; a buddhist walks up to a hot dog vendor on Wall Street (go with it) and says "Make me one with everything". The cart guy loads one up and hands it to him. He gives the guy a $20, enjoys his tube steak and then says; "I need change". The vendor says "Change comes from within." Rimshot. I'll be here until I become a fully realized being--try the tofurkey.

No Blood for Hubris said...

Yo, demmocommie:

Q: Why are there so few Buddhist rhythm and blues bands?

A: Because Buddhists don't have any soul.

the rev. paperboy said...

What the difference between a moose and blues band?

With a moose the horns are at the front and the asshole is at the back.


Happy thanksgiving

democommie said...

the rev. Paperboy:

That one will come in handy at the next big band gig I go to.

No Blood for Hubris said...

; )