Just a few days before Thanksgiving and we are anxious for the big day and its activities. To keep our minds off the turkey and football, we decided to have a pot luck ethnic day at the home. In other words, if you had a favorite dish from your ancestral background, cook it, bake it or buy it and bring it to the potluck, to share.

Gloria made a Greek salad with feta cheese and stuffed olives and a wonderful cucumber sauce. George bought a case of Pennsylvania Dutch root beer. Ms Barkley made watercress sandwiches. Laura baked several varieties of Norwegian cookies. Minnie whipped up her delicious pasta with meat sauce. Frank bought garlic bread at the bakery. I prepared a casserole I call cheese pudding. And Mickey brought a potato and a 6 pack of beer.

We were ready to serve the meal when Pastor Tom arrived unexpectedly, with a group of children from the orphanage. They had adopted us as their grandparents, and visited occasionally, bringing gifts for us. They had drawn turkeys and pilgrims and wanted to decorate our dining room for Thanksgiving.

They were adorable, all 12 of them. They were a little raggedy, slightly disheveled, and full of life. They had a hug for each of us, before they began their task of brightening our dining room.

Laura whispered to us: “Let’s invite them to eat with us. We have plenty of food.”

George agreed and said, “Yes for sure.”

Minnie had tears in her eyes and said, “What about the other kids at the Orphanage? You know, those who couldn’t come today. Pastor Tom said they were getting over the flu.”

Ms Barkley remarked, “You are absolutely correct. We have to think about them.”

A unanimous decision was made to wrap up all the food and send it back with the kids. Well, except for Mickey’s potato and six pack of beer, that is.

The kids squealed with delight, hugged us and left with our ethnic food.

Just then, Mary Catherine showed up, late as usual, with a pan of stuffed cabbage rolls.

“Sorry I am late. Did I miss the party?”

“No, my dear. You ARE the party.”

We shared the beer and cabbage rolls and burped and tooted all afternoon. It was a gas.



One thought on “Leave it to the Irish

  1. Wow , it is Thanksgiving Day! I’m enjoying my extra day off, and I am planning to doing something fun that will probably involve a moto trip and seeing something new in West Odessa I haven’t seen yet.
    You write something new at Thanksgiving?

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