The next night my mother pulled ANOTHER dinner out of her hat. Mashed/baked potatoes, stuffing and DEEP FRIED TURKEY! You heard me. My dad rigged up a huge pot outside over a propane burner. When the vat of oil was heated enough we threw in the turkey and let her cook. It was hilarious to watch, Jeremy was literally dancing with glee. The turkey was halfway in when my dad realized two things. One - he should’ve worn gloves, two – there was way too much oil in there. Ah, good times.
It was great being home, I forget how funny my family is. Although I probably wouldn’t appreciate it this much if I still lived there. Absence makes the heart do stuff and all that.
p.s I did dig out some old pictures of me from various ages and styles I will share with you over the next few weeks. You lucky lucky things.
Family can check out nigh.ca and see the new album…