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October 16, 2009 / dcwisdom

Banqueting Properly

NOTE: Did you know there’s no such word in the dictionary search as ‘banqueting?’ (Aunt Max, if you read this, I know you will know.)

This evening, seventy-five of us had our first holiday dinner. We all gathered in jeans, suits and ties, police uniforms, cotton skirts and boots, semi-formal dresses and patent-leather shoes. The various fare was laid out buffet-style on a beautifully decorated counter, devilishly, delicious desserts and cookies on one long, scarved table, hot coffee and iced tea, sweetened and unsweetened, on another. Seventy-five friends banqueted properly.

Because, you see, banqueting properly only has to do with the fun of eating, talking, and sharing memories and laughs with old friends (like Dan and Gwen) and getting to know new friends: Hello, Ashton.

So, what’s up with Sharon? Maybe she ate sour grapes before she came. Maybe she’s saying ‘when can I get in line?’

For those of you who don’t celebrate the American tradition of Thanksgiving, I’m truly sorry. Even though it’s mid-October and Thanksgiving is yet a month away, our thoughts here in Texas are turning ever so quickly to heavily-laden tables of traditional southern foods such as turkey, ham, cornbread dressing, cranberry sauce, giblet gravy, yeast rolls, sweet potato and green bean casseroles, pecan and pumpkin pies. I’m not sure what other areas of the country feast on for Thanksgiving, but I feel sorry for them, too. If you don’t live in the South, you need to travel here for a Thanksgiving meal at least once in your lifetime.

This is banqueting properly. Bring on the cake, Connie!

And, here’s kid #5, not wanting her picture snapped. Too bad.

Here’s a silly little story:

We had a contest to see who could eat the most in the shortest time, and one man handily beat the other competitors by putting away half a turkey, half a ham, half a sweet potato casserole, twelve rolls, a whole cake, and 8 cups of coffee. As he was leaving, he turned around and said, “Hey, guys, don’t let my wife know about this or I won’t get any dinner.”

See you in the funny papers.