An Old Eating Injury
This year My Beautiful wife and I took the kiddies to Nanny and Grandma's house for Thanksgiving. Nanny and Grandma have a beautiful, new, extra large kitchen that we all (including the children) cooked Thanksgiving dinner in. We ate, were merry, and on Black Friday we drove home.
The visit could not have been nicer, the food could not have been better. The only problem was, when you eat Thanksgiving dinner at someone else's house, there are no leftovers.
My Beautiful wife loves Thanksgiving leftovers so I decided that when we got home I would make a smaller version of Thanksgiving dinner so we could have leftovers. On the following Sunday I went to the local warehouse club, the grocery stores, everywhere I could think of to find a turkey to make for Leftover dinner. Lo and behold, there was not a turkey to be found. It was like they all flew the coop. I mean for crying out loud if I want a pumpkin after Halloween, I'll find one somewhere. If I want a Christmas tree on December 26, I could probably find, at the very least a Charlie Brown tree someplace. But somehow every turkey in the tri state area had vanished as if disintegrated by Doofenschmertz's Turkey dehydralator or something. (a little Phineus and Ferb reference there)
So, being turkey-less yet now NEEDING to cook another holiday dinner, I opted for a ham dinner. Ah yes, ham and all the fixin's. Mashed potatoes, cauliflower with Bechamel sauce, biscuits, green beans, we had it all.
Sitting there enjoying my ham, I got a piece of ham with the small strip of fat that runs through the center. While I chewed the ham off of the fat and tugged the strip of fat from my mouth, My Beautiful Wife began to chuckle. I asked what was so funny and she replied, "Look kids, Daddy pulled his hamstring!"