Happy Thanksgiving, kids. I do miss being pleasantly busy in my own kitchen all day today; it’s just been the last two years that I’ve ever first attempted to make my own turkey feast, and both years the big ole bird turned out really well with my fancy/creepy butter spice rub under-the-skin technique. I thoroughly enjoy the whole massive domestic culinary endeavor.
This year I’ll be an accessory in someone else’s kitchen, helping out where I can. Let the working and eating and thanking begin, and may all of you who are celebrating enjoy the day as well. I started reading Fools Rush In on the plane yesterday; good fodder for perspective.