Horse Pucky Advice: Smelly Sprouts

Dear Horse Pucky,

During Thanksgiving dinner, a family memeber made a crude comment about the Brussel sprouts that were being served, saying they smelled like the bottom of someone's dirty feet and then laughed uproariously. I love Brussel sprouts and  thought they smelled deliciously aromatic. The sprouts were lightly coated with butter, balsamic vinegar, and olive oil, then sprinkled with fresh dried herbs from the garden. They were prepared perfectly and tasted wonderful.  

My question is: What do you say to someone who is so rude and crude at the Thanksgiving table, without upsetting the rest of the family?

~A Brussel Sprout Lover

Dear BSL,

While streaming, Brussel sprouts can be a  bit...uh...stinky. However, the final prep on those baby cabbages is worth waiting for as you dig in and enjoy a tantalizing taste treat.

As for the crude comment, perhaps you should have asked, "When was the last time you smelled the bottom of someone's dirty feet?" A sharp kick under the table, along with your retort, would get your point across quickly.

~Horse Pucky

Day After Thanksgiving

Jon and I

This shot was takent the day after Thanksgiving, which just happened to fall on my grandson, Zane's 17th birthday. Needless to say, we were having a good time, especially me.

 Believe it or not I had nothing alcoholic to drink, but could be suffering from food overload. Thanksgiving was filled with an abundance of fresh food from the harvest and a yummy turkey we all enjoyed. My son-in-law cooked the turkey, my daughter baked pumpkin pies, and the rest of the family brought their signature side dishes.

Day after Thanksgiving: Zane wanted his favorite meal for his birthday; "Grammy 's"  homemade sauce and meatballs. And that's what he got. The sauce was made with fresh tomatoes from the garden, other fresh veggies, and loads of meat (homemade Italian sausage, grilled spare ribs, and my special meatball recipe). 

After all that food, my grandaughter, Ivey, let me borrow her faux fox hat to try on. Jon said, "Cute, just don't go out in the woods with that on your head." He's always looking out for my safety as well as being lovingly supportive of me. Secretly, I think he wonders why he ever got mixed up with The Horse Pucky Queen.

A Thanksgiving Ditty

Squash is squished, pies are baked; cranberries are chillin'.
Sprouts are cooked, turkey's stuffed, but something's really missing.

I know what I forgot.

It's time to take a gratitude break and have some words with God:
"I'm really glad I woke up today, on this side of the sod."

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYBODY!  You are loved.

~The Horse Pucky Queen

Thanks for the Inspiration

It's about time I thanked all of you who follow Horse Pucky and especially those of you who take the time to comment on my blog posts. You give me mucho  inspiration, Your comments are funnier than the Horse Pucky posts. They make my day and give me incentive to write more frequently.

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I just want to say: YOU'RE APPRECIATED. Consider yourselves hugged and thanks for the inspiration.