Well, it seems Cousin Bob is going to need heart surgery. As of last night, my dad told me we are still expected for dinner Thursday, but I guess it will be a rather somber Thanksgiving Day.
Well, bring a nice Beaujolais, that will cheer everyone up. I've hit a hitch in my Thanksgiving giddyup tonight, as my Mom requested me to bring grape salad to the potluck at the church. I looked it up in her cookbook, and it calls for, (take a breath here) grape jello, frozen grape juice concentrate, canned pineapple, cream cheese, Dream Whip, Miracle Whip, (I'm gagging) and miniature marshmallows!! What to do? There are quite a few foodies at church including one lady whose son is the executive chef at the Little Nell in Aspen. Answer: I'm making the grape salad, but an additional dish to take to hopefully redeem myself. Well, that's just what you do for your elders.