Thanksgiving was full of death-defying treats and tricks. We put off cooking food in burning hot oil until the day after Thanksgiving. In doing so, we started a new tradition we dubbed Fryday. It was more than I could've hoped for. The "bacon"-wrapped "hotdogs" dazzled the naysayers and the salami pockets surprised even me with their deliciousness. We built a giant bonfire that burned while we fried stuff. Eventually, we got bored with just watching the flames and started with the tomfoolery. We struck Heisman poses, saved miniature daschounds from peril, air surfed on broken satellite dishes, and soared thru the air Robin Hood style with a mini marshmallow bow and arrow. Much fun had by all. (click the pics to see the fried stuffs in all their glory. thanks to my cousin Nat for the Fryday photos.)
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i vote that an 8 foot long, 12 hour long burning fire is something that needs to be done every thanksgiving from now on. i would suggest the same for in the summer, but our lawn might catch fire while out on the lake.
New rule:
Next year, you all MUST shave your crown and dress as Friar Tuck as you fry and sky (over the fire).
http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g268/clickerman/friar_tuck_1950.jpg
is that powdered sugar on those dogs? only a frying vet knows that trick of the trade.
Yum...
that's flour. or maybe cocaine. i'm not really sure. that was leah's department.
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