TobyWollin

Groan. Right about now, the thought of turkey anything is enough to make the residents of Chez Siberia lock themselves in the bathroom (and considering that there are only 1.5, this could result in a rather interesting game of musical toilets..), but even the Siberians must eat. And, as luck (bad) would have it, The Boy had a birthday celebration intermixed in all this and asked for (hurrah!) an event that actually hearkened back to a period when our family was…mmm…shall we say….how should Aunt Toby put this? Well, we weren’t exactly going out to eat on a regular basis due to lack of discretionary income.

Children's nutrition, home stability, and good jobs go hand in hand. We're failing at all three.

I have to tell you that Thanksgiving is NOT my favorite ‘family get-together’. My memories of Thanksgivings past are colored (stained?) by visits to a relative whose culinary skills focused on putting butter into everything and sending my gall bladder to an early grave. Other people watched tv on Thanksgiving – a much younger Aunt Toby was in the bathroom with an upset stomach. I have never attended a Thanksgiving where a fairly large proportion of people were not suffering within 30 minutes of the meal’s end.

The Fox and the Hen, by way of Goldman Sachs.

For everyone who lined up to read some sort of Julia Child Meets Aunt Toby at The Jumping Frog, I’m afraid you are going to be disappointed. Jason thought I was going to do French today because I told him I was going to cover crepes in three different ways.

When Did We Become A Nation of Hyenas?

The Right is whining and wildly swinging over imaginary left wing activities in NY-23 (ACORN, anyone? The damn district is over 90% white). Could be a case of ‘protest too much’?

Turkey has whoopped Lamb’s butt in terms of consumption in this country. Before the invention of “processed turkey everything” starting about 20 years ago, in general, American families ate turkey twice a year. Thanksgiving and Christmas. Ham gets the nod for Easter in most parts of the country with a cameo appearance of the leg of lamb on the east and west coasts. Lamb gets eaten on special occasions: going out to eat in a restaurant or at Easter/Passover. That is it.