This is the time of year I really kind of wish I had a chest freezer down in the basement. The 20+ pound turkeys are on mega-sale, and the fresh cranberries will only be around for a month or so.
No matter, as the traditional American Thanksgiving Day feast that so many of us are blessed to gorge ourselves on will, by God’s grace, come around again next year. My sister-in-law is the usual head chef at our yearly family gathering. (Personally, I prefer to stay in the background and help with the clean-up.) The main thing with the traditional meal, however, is the fun and hilarity that can follow shortly after about the first ten minutes of feasting and before the tryptophan kicks in. Continue reading “Feast on which beast?”