We're flying to 36 (but feels like 24) degree Detroit Rock City tomorrow for Thanksgiving, which, sadly, means no Thanksgiving at our house.
We'll be doing a little cooking though, since we'd feel like we didn't really get to have a Thanksgiving if we didn't get to participate.
And I'll probably make my way into the kitchen to come up with some mushroom pate too, since it's the best thing in the entire world.
Anyhoo, since we're kind of half-assing things this year, I thought I'd just own it and pull the lamest of lame blogger tricks: I'm sending you back to the posts of yesteryear.
Perhaps you'll pour yourself a nice glass of whatever tickles your fancy and read about our feast from last year.
Or join me in my cheese consumption by watching this masterpiece.
Or, lastly, this post, in which I basically call my parents bad cooks and claim to be a martian from a foodie planet far, far away. See how ungrateful I am? Don't be like that. 'Tis the season to be thankful for what you've got. And you--you incredibly good looking devil you...
Well, you've got a lot to be grateful for. Happy Turkey Day.