Sue Woolfe

Unless you are living under a rock or not here in the United States, you know that tomorrow is Thanksgiving and that most of us celebrate the day with a big family dinner that features a roasted turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, and pies for dessert. We carry on this tradition every year to recognize the sacrifices made by our founding fathers and mothers and the hard life they endured while they tried to steal land from the native indians and find a way to grow shit and hunt so that the villagers didn’t starve to death every winter.

I’m not a big fan of history and I’m sure my teacher would be appalled at how I just described Thanksgiving, but I don’t give a fuck. That’s the hard truth and you can dress it up with stories about making friends with indians and shit, but the truth is that white people came to America on ships and started stealing shit from the people who already lived here.

Anyway, I have turkey on my mind. My mom was a big fan of turkey dinners and all the traditional side dishes. She liked to make this green bean casserole that had green beans, mushroom soup and fried onion rings on top. I don’t know what makes that green bean dish so important at Thanksgiving, but it’s a big deal down south. And the proper southern moms will trot that same green bean dish out again for the traditional Christmas dinner, too.