Happy Slapsgiving! <----- (How I Met Your Mother Reference)

I’m feasting with the fam in New York, but that’s no reason why I shouldn’t have a blog post or two up today.  My husband informs me that this is crazy talk.  Aw yea.  Crazy like a fox!

All right, fine.  Maybe you could.

And finally, a plea.  A plea from the bottom of my heart.  We all yearn to know the unknowable.  To dig down deep into the inner recesses of our souls to discover the darkness and light that lays hidden within the best and worst of us.  For me, there is a missing piece of the puzzle.  A clue to my past, to my job, to my very life that eludes me and I remember it every Thanksgiving season.

This is all just a fancy way of me saying, "Stumper Alert!"

As you can probably tell, Thanksgiving children’ns books are on my mind today.  This year, for example, we’ve seen books like Sari Bodi’s "The Ghost in Allie’s Pool".  Now you’re all very smart people.  Some of you are even of my generation (the one raised on a diet of Mary Lou Retton Wheaties, Pogo Balls, and Gem, who is truly outrageous).  In fourth grade (every memory of mine is tied into fourth grade, so take what I’m about to say with a grain of salt) my teacher read me a series of stories from a book starring a girl by the name of Ernestine.  In this book her father had the idea that the family would raise a turkey and then eat it for that year’s holiday.  At the time, I thought that this book was hilarious.  Maybe I wouldn’t today, but I must find it at all costs.  Please!  If you have any clue as to the identity of this title, pass it on to me.