Turkey or not turkey
Nov 25, 2005
For many years, my Thanksgiving tradition involved ordering or making pizza. All the usual sense-memories people associate with Turkey Day are absent from my past: no cans of cranberry sauce, no yams, no turkey, etc. Thanksgiving was a casualty of my (previously) odd eating habits.
Oddly enough, this year I repeated the trend, though no longer shackled to food selection. My brother and I made some homemade pizza dough, and made Mozzarella, Baby Spinach, Goat Cheese, and Prosciutto pizzas. They were fantastic! This harvest’s bounty was washed down with some Terra Rosa Cabernet—awful. Thin, watery wine with little complexity and a real harsh, strong finish. Argh. Nevertheless, we finished the bottle, if only to be rid of the vile fluid.
Now I type anticipating a wine hangover; damn, the pizza was good. I also managed to not call:
- Any Aunt or Uncle
- My Girlfriend
- Anyone that called me today
Not so good, eh? Tomorrow will be a day of hasty apology and familial bonding via telecommunication. Good night.