Happy Thanksgiving to the tens of you who read this blog.
And if you’re reading now, feel free to read recollections of Thanksgivings past. They’re the posts with the “Thanksgiving” tag. I like this excerpt from 378, “why can’t i touch it?” (Thanksgiving 2005):
There should have been more stuffing. But who knew that the humble stuffing, existing to stuff the 19 pound turkey and nothing else, could become downright ravishing after Jeremy finished tarting it up with oysters? I ate Mike’s portion right off his plate as I am shameless and no man shall ever get between me and good stuffing.
In the immortal words of Homer J. Simpson: “Good drink, good meat, good God, let’s eat!”