I always feel so odd at any of George's mom's soirees. Like the only white guy in town. We had a good time despite that. Mrs. Florene fixed her yeast biscuits and they were heavenly. She told me she was going to show me how to fix them soon. We also had a turkey and cornbread dressing. It was more traditional than dad's Thanksgiving. George did something entirely rude, though. He went and watched the football games on TV while we were eating. I though that was terrible. George can be so uncouth sometimes.