- The Washington Times - Sunday, November 23, 2008

We all know the story about the first Thanksgiving, but only from the settlers’ point of view. The Indians probably had a different view, but there were no interpreters back then so we can’t be sure.

So here’s what I think the Indian leader might have said at that first Thanksgiving:

Indian chief: “Hey, how you doin’, settler chief? Looks like you’re packing up.


What is the one thing that makes Thanksgiving the most memorable meal of the year? (Besides the fact that you’re expected to overeat, that is.)

Turkey? Nope. People eat turkey all year round. Sometimes on purpose.

Yams? Nah. There’s no good reason to remember a yam-based meal.

I’ll tell you: It’s the cranberry sauce.

And when it comes to cranberry sauce, I’m a purist and a traditionalist. It’s not cranberry sauce unless it slides out of a can and sits on your plate like a cylindrical Jell-O mold.


It must be amazing to some developing countries that we have a holiday dedicated for overeating.

And napping.


As a kid, I used to get up early on Thanksgiving so I could park myself in front of the TV with a bowl of Cheerios and watch the parades.

And to this very day, I have no idea why I ever did that.

Watching a parade is like watching very slow traffic. Except that with traffic, people are actually trying to get somewhere.

People in a parade don’t really care where they’re going. Most people in a parade don’t even know where they’re going. They’re simply following the person in front of them. If one guy suddenly needs a bathroom break, you’ll have 25 people marching into the Port-a-John right behind him.

For a parade, the destination is unimportant; the journey is the thing. This strikes me as a very Zen-like attitude for an American celebration. (“Let’s chant ‘Om’ before we carve the tofu turkey.”)


Don’t try to foist your “homemade” cranberry sauce on me.

I don’t care if it is your great-grandmother’s secret recipe.

It won’t be as good because they didn’t have today’s canning know-how back when your great-grandmother was trying to “make” cranberry sauce.

Your “homemade” sauce doesn’t even look like real cranberry sauce. Why is it brown? Why it oozing on my plate? What’s that — a stem?

Can my sauce any day. As long as it’s Thanksgiving.


Tur-duc-ken. It’s a special Thanksgiving treat.

It’s a chicken that’s stuffed into a duck that’s stuffed into a turkey. Who came up with this?

Only an American would take food and cram it into some other food, then take that and cram it into some more food. Unless somebody cooked a turkey that swallowed a duck that swallowed a chicken, that’s how tur-duc-ken happens.


People in a parade think they’re so special. They think everyone is there to watch them they go by. They have no idea that most of the people watching the parade do not know and do not care who they are.

That’s because there are only three types of parade watchers: 1.) People who came to watch one particular person or group; 2.) Children; and 3.) People who forgot that a parade was scheduled and now are stuck watching very slow traffic.

So you parade people can save your smiles and waves for somebody who came to see you. I’m just trying to get a can of cranberry sauce.

Read Carleton Bryant’s daily humor blog at https://washingtontimes.com/weblogs/out-context/

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