tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post4849639900691718481..comments2024-03-08T07:00:30.850-06:00Comments on Write From the Heart: Waiting for the pop-up thermometerLinda O'Connellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-54024208622094501172012-11-26T22:28:17.400-06:002012-11-26T22:28:17.400-06:00I made the stuffing and prepared the bird
The gran...I made the stuffing and prepared the bird<br />The grandkids were there, bickering was heard<br />Good food, good conversation, we had lots of fun<br />Returned home to quiet...and leftovers? Not a one!Kim Lehnhoffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02516002280882854450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-8358839890404784982012-11-26T17:26:23.436-06:002012-11-26T17:26:23.436-06:00Hope your Thanksgiving was terrific!
Pat
Critter ...Hope your Thanksgiving was terrific!<br /><br />Pat<br />Critter AlleyPat Wahlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01138619912065680084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-74255095724950293772012-11-25T19:15:27.993-06:002012-11-25T19:15:27.993-06:00We had a delightful Thanksgiving with friends.
I...We had a delightful Thanksgiving with friends. <br /><br />I've discovered a way to beat the pounds. Take a taste of each food (including dessert), and then walk away from the table. Since we have no leftovers, temptation cannot follow us home.<br /><br />Susan J. Reinhardthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07461276857852409546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-7096249513396477942012-11-25T14:33:53.598-06:002012-11-25T14:33:53.598-06:00Well, the only poem I wrote about Thanksgiving was...Well, the only poem I wrote about Thanksgiving was Five Plump Turkeys. They are plump no more because, sorry to say. Gobble, gobble, chomp! We still have a little bit of our dressing left, but before tonight, I am sure it will be gone-my husband hasn't ate yet.Janet,https://www.blogger.com/profile/17796999156668844943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-47804162120198471102012-11-25T11:19:47.003-06:002012-11-25T11:19:47.003-06:00Love all the poetry in the comments there Linda! I...Love all the poetry in the comments there Linda! I'm very envious of Thanksgiving, I must admit. We have to wait until Christmas before we get our turkey! Enjoy!Southhamsdarlinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12285980805569582676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-68970952802032083362012-11-24T17:49:35.587-06:002012-11-24T17:49:35.587-06:00Your ditty about turkey
has made me smurky!
I'...Your ditty about turkey<br />has made me smurky!<br /><br />I'm about to have leftover turkey for dinner. This was preceeded by leftover turkey for lunch. I'm walking around in a tryptophan haze. Happy Thanksgiving!<br />Deborahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12002468510668438210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-71722264870909173202012-11-24T16:58:50.017-06:002012-11-24T16:58:50.017-06:00You know, an after turkey sounds pretty good to me...You know, an after turkey sounds pretty good to me. Always grateful for festive times because they make appreciate the quiet ones even more. I have a cold smoked turkey breast I am going to slice for sandwiches tonight. Just got the all clear one son and dog are home safely again. You still have one more day before work again too! Enjoy.Bookiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12043111213031211794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-2510388018224682152012-11-24T16:21:30.534-06:002012-11-24T16:21:30.534-06:00I stopped by with a comment, so quick and so short...I stopped by with a comment, so quick and so short<br />Didn't know it should be of the cute, rhyming sort<br />But I know that I don't want to be the chain-breaker<br />When saluting Linda our late-turkey baker<br />Don't think of the calories, not in the least<br />From table to hips, it's a moveable feastValhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-48039671279624155152012-11-24T11:34:29.757-06:002012-11-24T11:34:29.757-06:00Geez,
I'm not a poet
and I definitely know i...Geez, <br /><br />I'm not a poet<br />and I definitely know it!<br /><br />Happy Gobble Gobble Day, Linda!BECKYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15184458949017900541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-1181502240689264452012-11-24T11:04:44.316-06:002012-11-24T11:04:44.316-06:00Sorry I have not a rhyme,
Seems I have simply lo...Sorry I have not a rhyme, <br />Seems I have simply lost my mind.<br /><br />That's all I got! We ar still eating turkey breast! But tonight we will have a nice beef and barley soup with homemade biscuits. Leftover roast from early last week ......Kathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-91545850693555806912012-11-24T09:28:48.138-06:002012-11-24T09:28:48.138-06:00Gone is the pie, and also the rolls...
From cookin...Gone is the pie, and also the rolls...<br />From cooking the feast, my muscles are sore.<br />But look! My waistline has set a new goal--<br />It's embraced my self-control, which now is no more.<br /><br />Linda--I hope you two have a wonderful day together...eat a little, take a nap, wake up, eat a little more, go to bed...wake up in the middle of the night and get a snack, and...(you get the idea)Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-58496481687638540712012-11-24T09:22:56.208-06:002012-11-24T09:22:56.208-06:00Hi Linda...
Gone is the turkey and gravy, too. No...Hi Linda...<br />Gone is the turkey and gravy, too. No more pecan pie, that's really true. <br />The fridge's looking empty, now imagine that.<br />Why oh why do I feel so fat? <br />Better get walking over hill and dale,<br />Or I'll have a heart attack when I get on that scale.<br />On Thanksgiving Day, I love to gobble<br />But I don't like the aftermath of wobble, wobble wobble.<br /><br />Hope you have a good Saturday, Linda. This poem is not too far from the sorry truth. Susan<br /><br />Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12358462881287190635noreply@blogger.com