Recipe for Disaster. The other side of the Henslee clan is cooking Turkey

[henslee]

dinner and in a moment of abandoned sanity, we accepted an invite. This crew sleeps till three in the afternoon and often walks around in bathrobes. Their house is dark, dank and dusty with storm shutters on the windows. Dogs and cats rule the roost. The foul mouthed eighty-five year old patriarch, still shell shocked since serving under Patton in Africa, is capable of embarassing any female at the table at any time. His divorced forty year old daughter competes with her twenty year old daughter for attention. His eighteen year old grandson plays hand held video games at the table and doesn't say a word except for "Can I be excused". My Aunt is angel and deseves way more than being a caregiver to a cranky lunatic. And we just got a call that the meal is behind schedule that we should not show up until five, which I don't mind. Ahhh, how did my family get so fucked up? Who knows. But who cares. They all mean well... and they are family... and I love them.

[WCGreen]

1. All that counts is you love them....