My Dad, Thanksgiving, and The Big Green Egg

My Dad is 61. He lives in the Mohave Desert, is a member of a Harley gang called The Goatheads, and eats (almost exclusively) large amounts of meat that he smokes to perfection on his Big Green Egg. I spent Thanksgiving with him this year and I learned a few things:

1. It’s possible for a dude to gain 7 pounds in one day. On Thanksgiving day my weight started at 161 and ended at 168. My wife can vouch for this.

2. Oatman, Arizona (population 200) has wild donkeys that roam the streets, and a restaurant that has real dollar bills for wall paper.

3. It’s a bad idea to watch Ghost Rider with your 86 year old grandma. She will hate almost everything about that movie.

4. It’s a good idea to eat just about anything my Dad cooks on the Big Green Egg except, perhaps, his “Pig Tails” which are so ragingly spicy that I felt like a small portion of Hell had been relocated to the inside of my mouth.

5. I possess the ability to jump across the entire width of my Dad’s pool. (See above photo)

There’s a lot I don’t understand about the desert, and there’s a lot I don’t understand about people who move to the desert. My Dad moved to the desert, and there’s a lot I don’t understand about him. But I do know this, he loves his kids. And he showed us this through selfless hospitality and phenomenal cooking.

Thanks for a great Thanksgiving Dad.