Slim Randles' Home Country
Turkey and pumpkin pie
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[November 30, 2014]
will have Thanksgiving dinner over at Doc’s and Mrs. Doc’s this
year, and any number of his friends are grateful for that. Steve is
one heckuva cowboy and trainer of young colts, and a good friend to
all, but he’d never make it as a dinner host.
Very few Thanksgiving dinners achieve legendary status, but
“Steve’s Thanksgiving” was certainly one of them. Some said it
happened because he’s lived alone and cooked meals for himself for
so many years. Some say he has worked alone for so long that he
isn’t of a coordinating mind. The answer could be buried in the
middle there somewhere. Steve himself isn’t certain.
It all happened early in Fall a couple of years ago when Steve
completed his cabin up in the mountains here. He’d even finished the
turret. In about September of that year, he’d started cleaning the
place up on his infrequent visits, because he just knew somewhere
inside that he’d created a modest monument there and wanted to share
it with his friends. Naturally.
So, back at the ranch bunkhouse down in the valley, he’d studied up
on how to roast a turkey: what to put on it, how to thaw it, how to
tell when it’s done, all that stuff.
Then he invited his friends for Thanksgiving dinner, up at the
cabin. He told each one that he’d be fixing a turkey dinner up there
and to come on up and have some fun. And each of them, in turn,
asked Steve what they should bring for the dinner.
“Oh, I don’t care,” he’d said, “you know … whatever you’d like, I
He said that to Doc and Mrs. Doc. And Dud and Emily. And Herb. And
Bert and Maizie. And Marvin and Margie. And Mavis at the Mule Barn.
That Thanksgiving Day was a sparkler … crisp sunshine, Fall colors.
Oh man, it was great!
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And the turkey was in that wood-fired Home
Comfort range and looking brown and juicy when the friends started
to arrive. They’d each made the considerable drive up the mountain
to the end of the road, then walked in the last hundred yards to the
warm and cozy little cabin.
And each of them … every one of them … brought a pumpkin pie.
Turkey and pumpkin pie. Traditional favorites on Thanksgiving. But …
strangely enough, after three of the pies had been consumed, there
were still some left over.
But hey, that turkey turned out all right. And this year, Steve’s
going over to Doc’s and Mrs. Doc’s for dinner. Mrs. Doc told him to
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