I don’t know exactly how my sister-in-law Beth prepares turkey, but it’s my favorite that I’ve ever had. It’s juicy, savory, and perfect. I’d love to be politically correct in a Southern way and say I remember my mama’s as better, but I just don’t.
Every so often, I try to like sweet potatoes again. It’s important to me because I realize they are nutritional juggernauts. Alas, I don’t ever succeed. I’m 45 years old. I think I’m destined not to like sweet potatoes.
To be fair, I also like cranberry sauce made with more care than opening a can.
I like lots and lots of black pepper with my dressing. Tellicherry is preferred.
I like smooth gravy. Smooth gravy trumps giblet gravy always.
You can have ham for Christmas. You have to have turkey for Thanksgiving.
Adventures in starch and poultry I was in an adventurous fast food mood, and not the omnipresent baseline-8%-chance-of-food-poisoning sort of adventurous that accompanies any fast food visit. I mean I...