Unlike our reckless neighbours to the south, we Canuckians understand The Danger of the Turkey and so we are holding OUR Thanksgiving this weekend.

Oh, yes, let those foolish Americans hold THEIR Thanksgiving mere weeks before Christmas, leaving thousands upon thousands to die in tragic, preventable, turkey-related deaths.

Here in Canada we understand the dangers of The Turkey Stupour and so we carefully space our turkey-related holidays so our citizens have time to recover.

The 'Mericans Could Learn From Us, eh.

Our family has a tradition of holding a potluck down at my mom-in-law's place, the home farm. She cooks the turkey and makes the gravy, the rest of us bring in everything else, producing a meal high in the three main food groups: fat, sugar, and Anything That's Not A Vegetable.

This has led more than one family member to say, "I don't know why I'm eating this. Why don't I just pound a few corks in my arteries and get it over with quickly?"

Oh yes, just because we Respect The Turkey does not mean that Canadians are not willing to go toe-to-toe with The Cholesterol. Hey, we just pick our battles.

Tomorrow I head out to pick up the fixings for my justly feared rebaked potatoes which involve a mixture of baked potato innards, cottage cheese, aged cheddar and hard-boiled eggs seasoned with salt, pepper, mustard, cayenne, cumin and basil.

There are those who would say that because it is topped with a tomato slice that it breaks the sacred Anything That Is Not A Vegetable rule.

Fools.

Tomatoes are a fruit.

I suppose that technically potatoes ARE considered a vegetable, but I would argue that I have easily overcome whatever health benefits they might have and completely overwhelmed their vegetative qualities with the weapons grade cholesterol additions. I expect to see my rebaked potatoes classed as biological weapons at any moment.

Hrm. Do you think this is why they treat me like Marn, Ticking Time Bomb of Terror every time I mosey down to Vermont?

--Marn

Otherwise, they are remarkably alike.

Celebrate the notion that we should all have one day in our lives when we are free to celebrate a jolt of spontaneous happiness.

Post a button or post a link to the cavorting site and become enshrined! See yourself right up there on the screen!

Make a rubbing of your name!

Oh. Wait. Maybe that last bit wouldn't work. Nevermind that part, 'kay?

Today's inductees into the Hall of Fame are:

The first ten cavorters who entered the Hall of Fame I have dubbed The Mothers And Fathers of Cavorting. Don't worry, this does not involve messy blood tests, paternity cases OR child support. However, each time I update, I will feature one of them.

And now, can I have a drum-roll, please, for Today's Cavorting 'Rental Unit: