Thanksgiving

So Thanksgiving has almost passed once again for the year. Met up with the family for a bit. Feeling a little empty. Can't quite explain it, except that I am literally empty because the food tasted like crap. I absolutely hate it when we go to a restaurant for the holidays, and Shari's, no less. Woohoo! Really going all out there. What? No Denny's? Can someone please tell me how it is possible to screw up mashed potatoes, without actually burning them, of course? I mean, what one would think of as absolutely can't-go-wrong food, and it tasted like plastic. The turkey was rubbery, the potatoes watery, and I can't even begin to describe the dressing that was buried underneath all that slop. Ugh.

Nevertheless, we took a whole buttload of it home because of that wholly inexplicable knee-jerk reaction that overtakes one at a restaurant when you're leaving a half-full plate of food. What is that? Does everyone suffer from that? You have a half-full plate of food because it tasted like dog shit, and then you ask for a "doggie bag." Actually, come to think it, it's rather appropriate isn't it? Isn't there some kind of fine if you don't pick up your dog's shit? Wow, I'm actually performing a public service. Now, excuse while I go clear out some space in my fridge.