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January 2019 . . . .
“Oh my god — I’m that guy!”
It’s January and perhaps now we can finally talk a little about this year’s Thanksgiving family get-together meals. But before I get started, I want to let it be known that I miss Turkey (the food — I’ve never been to the country and cannot actually miss it until I do) and Romaine lettuce, which is acceptably green and crunchy, and pecan pie (I am counting calories and pecan pie really is higher math), and some other things that seem to be troubled by the rules of engagement in our modern food world. Instead, we had chicken, good old reliable and unruffled chicken, with dressing . . . and it was noteworthy in its adequacy. The cranberry relish, on the other hand, was marvelous, the potatoes good enough for government work, and there was wine, but I didn’t drink any wine, because I don’t. Quit judging me. Yes, you were. |
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