Pardon my sparse writing. I just put the dishes away, and I’m too, too full. I’ve been cooking all day, and loved every minute of it. I only do a turkey dinner once a year, but I enjoy the process and do feel proud when the splendid turkey graces the table in all it’s grandeur. I will post a pic and recipes tomorrow when I’m more energetic. Here’s our menu from tonight:
Roast Turkey with Stuffing
Mashed Potatoes
Spicy Squash, roasted with a coriander, garlic, chilli and oregano pesto
Buttered Green beans with toasted almond slivers
Gravy
Freshly baked rolls
Pumpkin pie, butter tarts and mango mousse for dessert with coffee
I use to love the feeling I got from going to my grandfathers on thanksgiving and spending time with family and friends. Until one day my friends or at least I thought they were friends gave me a cigar and so i started smoking it and they had put heroin in it. I was driving and they were all in the car also, we were on our way to this party when I passed out and we hit a stump, flew into a ditch, and rolled into a house. My friend next to me was killed instantly the girl and the other guy in the back also were killed on the way to the hospital. I was critically injured and had a broken nose a fractured arm and 3 broken ribs. I managed to get out of the car and look inside the house we just rolled into. The family was screaming and the car was halfway in the living room. The families baby boy and puppy were underneath the car……..They didn’t make it.
Now I have to live with all there blood on my hands. I went to jail for a long time. Now I’m on Parole and trying to get a new life started. All it took was a few hits from something I didn’t even want and all their lives were gone. I talked to the family and they forgave me for the horrible thing I had done but I don’t know if I can forgive myself. Narconon