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Thank Goodness! Thanksgiving!

Dustin bailed me out again. Thanksgiving meal in the works and I haven’t made gravy in such a long time that I’m trying to remember the steps, and then – Dustin walks in.

Thank Goodness!

Except, I really shouldn’t be thanking “Goodness.” It’s better said as “Thanks, Dustin!” Easy to take the expertise and help of others for granted, and – if for no other reason – Thanksgiving is a time for reflecting on such things.

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The newspaper reporter popped in and asked what I was thankful for this year. I didn’t want to create an entire laundry list, but truthfully, there are enough things that I could write a week’s worth of these articles.

As retailers, our family can’t travel over the holiday because the shops must be opened on Friday and Saturday. We never have a long weekend at Thanksgiving like others. But, like I told the reporter – I’m thankful that we can get together and share a meal and some conversation even if it’s our small gathering.

Instead of going out to eat this year, we turned the lights on in the Bistro kitchen this morning and cooked up what amounted to a feast – complete with stuffing and sweet potatoes and pie. Dustin bailed me out on the gravy for my mashed potatoes.

All is well in the world. At least, our small corner of it.

And I’m thankful for that.

Sometimes the small gatherings can be better appreciated than the crowded and boisterous reunions. Our family has had all kinds, but I’m especially thankful this year for the intimate meal and get-together. We decided that – separately – we don’t do much cooking just for ourselves and things like green beans and cornbread stuffing don’t wind up on the dinner table regularly.

Even though we were informal, I mentally reflected on the Thanksgiving idea.

I’m happy to say publicly how thankful I am for the many guests who allow us to serve them at lunchtime, and those who come in to find a book. I know there are other options out there and it means a lot to have people choose us. There are a number of guests who are known by name by now, and I wish we could have offered them a place at our table.

But people have their own traditions and holiday expressions. So, I’ll just pass along that – during our own little Thanksgiving get-together – so many of you are in our thoughts and our hopes for your own Happy Thanksgiving!

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Blues Burger. The Moody kind.

Before I even recognized the song carrying through the book shop, I instantly flashed to my high school days, and lunch hour in particular. Funny how memories can be triggered by our senses. It was a Moody Blues song.

The technology was a bit different back then. Eight-track tapes were on their way out and cassettes were the latest thing. The latest from the Moody Blues was called Every Good Boy Deserves Favour and several members of our lunchtime group were fans.

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Maybe it’s different now, but McAlester High School had an open campus and students had the option of eating in the cafeteria or finding a nearby restaurant. The catch was – the lunch hour was only thirty minutes or so. Fast food is faster these days. Back then, a hamburger patty didn’t hit the grill until it was ordered, which had us spending more time waiting than eating.

It’s been enough years that I can probably mention our first destination (since I’m sure no one remembers it…) was called the Copper Kettle. Probably was spelled Kopper Kettle because that’s how things were done back then. It was on the north side of Choctaw Avenue and they made such a fine diner burger that we actually had to towel-dry the grease-spattered top of the bun before we could pick it up. Big fries.

Hard to find those kind of burgers these days. (Hard to upload pictures of them too. Had to settle for a pic of Grandpa Ray at his lunch counter…)

We hatched up a plan that would allow us more time for eating instead of time waiting for those burger buns to get grease-ified. If the cook could just start frying ahead of our arrival, we could cruise in and chow down, pay up, and head out.

The Kopper Kettle chef didn’t go for that plan.

When we decided to try the drive-in on Carl Albert Parkway, the time element was more apparent. It took even longer to get from the school’s parking lot to theirs. As I remember it, we were settling the lunch bill and one of us asked if we could go ahead and order for the next day. The woman at the register wondered what they would do with all that food if we didn’t show up.

If one of us couldn’t make it, we promised, we would find a replacement eater. And if we couldn’t find someone to come eat the pre-ordered lunch, the rest of us would chip in and pay for it.

We Promised.

She bought the idea and we bought the lunches. To my knowledge, we honored our commitment and never left the proprietor hanging for a tab. And every day on the way from McAlester High School to that little drive-in restaurant we listened to loud music on the car stereo.

It never was my music since I was riding a motorcycle for part of the year and later driving a British two-seater (after the motorcycle wreck) – so, I got to hear songs I might not have otherwise.

Mostly, I remember David steering-wheel-guitar-playing to his Woodstock soundtrack, so maybe it was Joe, or Phil, or Paul – aw heck, I can’t remember just who it was that had the new Moody Blues tape. But we got enough of it on that relatively short drive to learn the words to the song choruses while digesting our steak-finger baskets, burger baskets, and foot-long cheese coneys.

Today, I was thinking about our four-man lunch sorties and the Moody Blues with their fuzz-guitar, dah-dah-dah-daaaaah, dah-dah-dah-daaaah, and the verse leading up to the chorus….

Listen to the tide slowly turning
Wash all our heartaches away
We’re part of the fire that is burning
And from the ashes we can build another day

And listening to that song, it suddenly didn’t seem like so very long ago.

We don’t have a greasy burger on our menu but we’ll get you in and out on your lunch hour with something tasty, so…

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Grills and Grilles. Wow.

It’s a wonderful thing when the weather cooperates for a scheduled outdoor event! And the crowds were out in the Rose District Saturday for the Grills & Grilles Show.

Barriers went up along Main Street early in the morning, allowing hundreds of show cars and motorcycles to be put on display. By the time I got to the bookshop there were already plenty of folks strolling the length of the District and checking out the cars.

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Several years ago, the cooking-grills-part of the event was intended to be a burger cook-off, but this weekend the event featured a sanctioned BBQ competition. Chef Dustin wasn’t entered, but whipped up a prize-winning pulled-pork barbecue sandwich on a King’s Hawaiian bread bun, complete with his own potato salad and baked bean sides.

Sold out.

It was a busy lunch service here at the book store, needless to say – and a great big THANKS to Kristen for donning an apron and helping her brother and old dad. It was hectic enough with the three of us, but I would have needed a clone or evil twin to have kept up without her.

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Unfortunately, there was no time to get a picture to show us in action, and my snapshots of the cars in the sunny October afternoon didn’t fair too well, with the exception of the one that was aimed at the shaded buildings.

There was music in the air, cars on the street, and the wonderful smell of BBQ all ‘round.

If you didn’t make it out, I hope you found another outdoor spot to enjoy the perfect afternoon! You can make a mental note to attend the Car & Motorcycle Show next year.

Hopefully, the weather will be as cooperative then!

We’ll be serving lunch all week, so…

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow, OK!

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