a pair of scissors, a metal skewer and one toothpick (nearly hidden under the red pepper)
So what do you think I am going to do with this odd assortment of items?
Skewer up the squash and pepper, flavored with the cloves,and grill it for a little snack and then pick my teeth clean with the toothpick?
No, that would be way to predictable.
Got any other ideas?
Give up?
OK, I will show you...............
I bet you never would have guessed this, would you?
LOL.
Isn't he just adorable?
He would be perfect for a Thanksgiving table if you had planned to serve that squash. If not it would be a waste to buy so many squash just for the turkey heads.
I saw this idea someplace a while ago. I can't remember where, but I kept it tucked away in my brain. Yesterday at work the cook was cutting up squash & red pepper and I asked her if I could have these little pieces.
I disclosed my little baggie of company property to The Boss before I left, who raised an eyebrow in question.
"Times are tough at Zoey's house," I said. "You know what you pay me. This is all we can afford for dinner."
He just gives an incredulous shake of his head and walks back into his office. LOL. I love to work in such a fun place.
(I have not yet done a Thanksgiving table, so this is repost from my main blog from
'06).
So what do you think I am going to do with this odd assortment of items?
Skewer up the squash and pepper, flavored with the cloves,and grill it for a little snack and then pick my teeth clean with the toothpick?
No, that would be way to predictable.
Got any other ideas?
Give up?
OK, I will show you...............
I bet you never would have guessed this, would you?
LOL.
Isn't he just adorable?
He would be perfect for a Thanksgiving table if you had planned to serve that squash. If not it would be a waste to buy so many squash just for the turkey heads.
I saw this idea someplace a while ago. I can't remember where, but I kept it tucked away in my brain. Yesterday at work the cook was cutting up squash & red pepper and I asked her if I could have these little pieces.
I disclosed my little baggie of company property to The Boss before I left, who raised an eyebrow in question.
"Times are tough at Zoey's house," I said. "You know what you pay me. This is all we can afford for dinner."
He just gives an incredulous shake of his head and walks back into his office. LOL. I love to work in such a fun place.
(I have not yet done a Thanksgiving table, so this is repost from my main blog from
'06).
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