June 10, 2009

Cherry Wood Smoked Turkey

At a dinner party last night our host and hostess, the Sizemore’s, had prepared a cherry wood smoked turkey. It was a damn tasty bird, along with the mashed potatoes, green beans, and frozen lime salad. Dessert was chocolate cake and coffee if you wanted after which we adjourned to the deck, overlooking a large backyard with open fields and leaden skies beyond the post and wire fence.

We spoke of the Vatican, Bosnia, Istanbul, the Sistine Chapel, the Coliseum, the Parthenon, sheep farming, raccoons, skunks, tomato plants, bamboo, poison ivy, no till gardening, DDT, grandchildren, the Middletown Mafia, illiteracy, frozen vs. iced Margaritas, arrowheads, Cherokee bloodlines, the Trail of Tears, Deadwood S.D., the Old Testament, Ephesians, Catholicism, cantors, and cantatas, .

Daylight had imperceptibly crept to twilight, then to dusk so that all we could see were speaking silhouettes. After hugs and handshakes we gathered to the car to head home. We left sated and satisfied, grateful for conversation with friends and prayerful for those who are alone in the world.


  1. Sounds like you had a marvelous time and delicious food.

  2. I love evening like this, with good friends and lively conversation.