a rolnick thanksgiving

Let me be honest with you for a second, I'm just not a fan of turkey. I don't really dig the taste, and I'm not such a traditionalist that I "have" to have it at Thanksgiving. Since my lovely bride has an excellent propensity for "rolling with the punches," we came up with a substitute holiday bird: Cornish game hens. Yep, little birds that cook up big. This way, not only do we enjoy the taste that much more, but everyone gets their very own bird to eat. Imagine the satisfaction when you get to say, "Yeah, I ate the whole bird...and still had room for dessert!"

Overboard is a helluva cook, and has even begun refining her Cornish game hen technique. With Grandpa Jesse in from Atlanta to celebrate with us this year, she cooked up a mini-feast, that I'm proud to say was "delicious." And I'm not just saying that because she's carrying my child...though that doesn't hurt.

Add to all of the above the fact that Thursday was a great day for this sports fan. We got to watch the Falcons play (and win) their very first Thanksgiving day football game, and I got to watch a post-meal hockey game of the Thrashers vs. the Rangers. Now, while the good guys didn't win the second half of the double-header, there's always next year (the Thrashers always play at home on Thanksgiving, just like the Lions and Cowboys). Maybe then all of my birds will have a winning day: Falcons, Thrashers and Game Hens.

I look forward to indoctrinating young Dr. Rosenberg in the ways of the Rolnick Thanksgiving. Go Fighting Game Hens!