I’m having a moment of schadenfreude at the recent backlash I’ve seen at the organic foods/eco movement. Or well, not precisely schadenfreude, but the warm glow that comes with seeing someone get a little of the comeuppance you’ve thought they’ve deserved for several years. Read the rest of this entry ?
Going to someone else’s house for Thanksgiving is like voyaging into the unknown. You never know what strange customs may prevail in this foreign land. They may serve olives and pickles with dinner (my roommate’s family). They may serve salad (why?). They may not make gravy (my cousin’s husband’s family – my entire family stared at him in horror when he admitted this).
I’m actually not all that picky about my Thanksgiving Dinner. This is mostly because I know that Christmas dinner will be exactly the same as what I would have served for Thanksgiving if I was making it. So, if I miss my chance at Bacon & Chestnut Stuffing in November, I know that I’ll be eating it in December. However, Thanksgiving is at our house this year, and I keep feeling like I’ve forgotten some vital Thanksgiving dish, I just can’t remember what it is.
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Monday Night Dinner 