Well, okay, maybe not exactly from hell, seeing as Satan probably doesn't want to thank God. But you know what I mean. On with the story.
In November of 2009, I believe, our family was planning a different kind of Thanksgiving dinner. We wanted to change it up a bit while still keeping the main theme of the food (turkey, pumpkin pie, etc.). So what we did is this: we got a Cajun specialty called a turducken, which is a whole turkey stuffed with a whole duck stuffed with a whole chicken (all of it plucked and killed, of course) and filled with some spicy rice or something. But we didn't stop there, oh no. My mom and I watched this Thanksgiving special on Food Network and Tyler Florence showed us how to make a pumpkin-banana-chocolate-meringue pie. It all sounded good to us, but looking back, both of these were HORRIBLE ideas. A big problem with the pie (aside from the bizarre combination of the ingredients) was that my mom didn't blind-bake the crust, so it was really soggy and gross, and that she didn't bake it right away which made it even more soggy and gross, and that the meringue got burned. Thanksgiving rolled around, and my grandparents came over for the feast. The turducken was so gross, not at all like the Cajun market dude guaranteed it would be. The side dishes were pretty good, which was a plus. But when it was time for the pie, nobody really wanted to eat it. Even Mom and I realized it was horrible. However, Papa being the brave, kind father everyone wants to have, kept on eating his piece of pie long after everyone else had pushed theirs aside. Perhaps he really did like it, but I'm betting he just didn't want to hurt Mom's feelings.
I am not feeling that great today, actually pretty terrible. This morning was worse, though. I've been feeling better ever since I threw up (did you know you don't have to have anything in your stomach to still vomit like crazy? I didn't.) and the medicine I took upon feeling like this is starting to take effect.
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