Thanksgiving Reminiscences

Hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving and all. I think I'm still enduring a tryptophan hangover.

Meanwhile, I thought I'd thought I'd share my favorite Thanksgiving memory with you: one year, at my grandparents' house, my grandfather was cooking dinner as usual. But, as often happens when one is simultaneously preparing many dishes in a small kitchen, he sort of ran out of space. So he disappeared into the bathroom and, a few minutes later, I overheard him saying, "Oh shit." He was straining the squash over the bathtub and, unfortunately, dropped the squash into the tub. Very few people ate the squash at that meal.