One of the many reasons you probably thought you had to be thankful was that you would no longer be hearing about the large rutabaga, Mr. Big. You do not get off that easily. Who better to explain than the still reasonably sober Aunt Agnes.
|NOT AS LUBRICATED AS USUAL|
Howdy! Ah am jist so gosh dern excited, this here is my first Thanksgiving at the shed! But they asked me to keep it short so here Ah go.
|MR BIG AT HOME|
Y'all recall Mr. Big? Turned out he wasn't as big as billed, only 4 lb. 5 oz. without his greenery.
|A BISECTED MR. BIG|
You never know with a big rutabaga but when we cut him up, aside from a tiny cavity all was sweet, firm useful 'baga within.
We borried a recipe from those peculiar but affable folks at Unnatural Foods, and turned him into a pie.
And a right good 'un at that!
So we thank Mr. Big for his contribution to the feast, Ah think it is safe to say that we will not be seeing him again*.
On behalf of everybody here, this is Aggy, wishin' the best to you and you'rn on this Thanksgiving Day, 2012.
*Leathertface lobbied hard for another series of pics in 12 to 24 hours after peristalsis had returned a transformed Mr. Big to the limelight, so to speak, but this was almost universally over ruled.