I just came down from my shower and Lena’s in the kitchen shoving stuffing up a turkey ass. Later, I’m going to make the cranberry sauce and pecan pie. I don’t have a problem eating turkey and I could roast one if it came down to it. Stuffing it’s lifeless corpse with breading is something else though. It looks like some sort of ritual killing, which I guess is really what it is. What else have we traditionally done throughout the ages?

But on a lighter note, the cranberry sauce will be made with shiraz and the pecan pie will be made with Malibu rum and Sambuca (it was supposed to be bourbon but the liquor stores are closed–bad planning on my part).

Now it’s time to clean the house before the guest arrive…