The turkey is on standby, all twenty seven pounds of him sitting in the Frigidaire. Turkey is great in any form, but my recipe is simple, ample meat on two breads of white smothered with mayonnaise and a good dash of salt. The menu is planned down to the smallest detail, a new table was even purchased in order to set "ma-ma's" China that I gave to her as kid. Soon the guests will arrive and the long tradition will continue.
While others ponder and plan as to what they will bring to the Thanksgiving table, my work is done. My job is traditional and simple, it is simply to keep the "little ones" happy with the treats they can eat. Some of them prefer their turkey dark while others choose white, some like taters, while others gobble olives. But, each of them like what Grandpa makes best.
To keep the "adults" from hoarding them for themselves or even hiding the treats from the "little ones" . My Guard Dog is on full alert to protect the platter. Especially, his favorite, the peanut butter fudge.
But never fear "little ones", stocked away is enough "fixin's" to make
ten more batches and I know where to buy more.
To keep the "adults" from hoarding them for themselves or even hiding the treats from the "little ones" . My Guard Dog is on full alert to protect the platter. Especially, his favorite, the peanut butter fudge. 
But never fear "little ones", stocked away is enough "fixin's" to maketen more batches and I know where to buy more.
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