Stuffed Stuffing and Stuff

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Two of the most frequently asked questions I receive are: "How many stuffed animals do you own?" and "What is your favorite Thanksgiving food?" Seeing those two questions side-by-side makes me think of stuffing, which is probably my least favorite food (food product? food mishap? food crime?) that one commonly finds on Thanksgiving tables. To be perfectly honest, I've never actually eaten stuffing, but I hate it passionately nonetheless. (Logic!)

So to answer the latter question, my favorite Thanksgiving staples are rolls (mmm, butter) and mashed potatoes (mmm, more butter). When I suggested to a friend that I could live on mashed potatoes, he replied, "I tried that for dinner once." He likened the experience to ingesting wet cement. I won't be trying that anytime soon, but it won't stop me from filling half my plate with starchy goodness.

(Making little sandwiches from the leftover rolls and leftover turkey on the day after Thanksgiving? Oooh, that is the best. Why can't turkey sandwiches taste that amazing every day of the year?)

As far as stuffed animals (the toys) are concerned: I own way too many. I only keep three in my bedroom: my teddy bear from Build-a-Bear, my sock zombie, and of course, Juan Pedro the sock monkey. I also actually keep a giant stuffed white tiger in my closet, since I didn't want to risk putting it in the basement with the others, in case the basement should flood or become home to a swarm of toy-eating locusts. (YOU NEVER KNOW.) White tigers are my favorite animals in the world, and until I can own a real, growly, scary one as a pet, the quiet, fluffy version in my closet is going to have to survive.

It's been ages since I looked at the others, but I'm selfishly refusing to donate them. What snot-nosed brat born in 2005 is going to keep a bedside log of which ones got to sleep on the bed last night in order to prevent favoritism? Huh? When they build an orphanage exclusively for obsessive-compulsive genius children, THEN I'll consider parting ways with Raggedy Ann, Raggedy Andy, Bunny, White Teddy Bear, Black Teddy Bear, Big Bird, and all the other unnamed fuzzballs I own. (For some reason, I never felt compelled to attach names to my stuffed animals. I just referred to them by what animal they were, and we dreamt up little quiet places in nature where we could all read books together.)

Anyway, I am quickly running out of curse words to mutter at the slow-moving traffic in the rain-soaked state of Indiana, so I think I'm going to use what precious battery remains on my phone to look up the phrase "down the stairs with you!" in every language Google Translate offers.

Erini

Erini

I have to look through my bags and bags of stuffed animals at my mom's. ... I sadly think some are in the garage. (Which that is, well, an adventure. My Gram took it upon herself to "clean" our garage after we moved in... thus even my mom doesn't know what exactly is there or where it would be if she knew) ... anyway. yeah. I'm also in the way too many stuffed animal club. I only have a small handful in Chicago though... and only my stuffed Hammerhead shark has the honor of sleeping on the bed.

gRegor

gRegor

Least favorite? Below meatloaf, even?

Rolls and mashed potatoes are pretty amazing. If I had to pick a favorite, though, I think it would be sweet potato casserole.

People need to ask you questions more often. I'll work on that.

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

When do you find meatloaf on a Thanksgiving table? Also, I hate sweet potatoes.

gRegor

gRegor

Oops, I misread when I was leaving that comment. I was thinking least favorite overall, not just Thanksgiving.

Thursday's Child

Thursday's Child

Mashed Potato Sandwiches. Stuff the potatoes into the rolls, and viola! heaven!

gRegor

gRegor

I don't understand adding the stringed instrument. Otherwise, it sounds delicious.

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

I had to edit out the smiley face at the end of this response because it was messing up my entire blog template. DON'T DO THAT AGAIN, PLEASE. [insert emoticon of choice here]

gRegor

gRegor

Eh? It looked fine after I posted it?

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

I don't know what happened. It was causing the sidebar buttons to repeat across the bottom of the screen. Something in the comment code must have gotten confused with the extra parenthesis? Not sure. Didn't take time to investigate. I just took a stab in the dark at what might be causing the problem and wound up with an error-free page. Maybe the page just needed to be republished? WHO KNOWS?

Anyway, no more smileys for you, buddy.

gRegor

gRegor

Colon open parenthesis

Thursday's Child

Thursday's Child

If you don't get it, you just don't have any class! Psha!