It’s Thanksgiving and I’m not having turkey.
I know that it is un-American. With this confession, I am risking W’s black helicopters coming to my apartment and taking me to Guantanamo Bay.
How did I loose faith in such an important American Institution? Well, my mother didn’t like to cook. The only thing she cooked well was Lasagna, so that is what we had for Thanksgiving. We were thankful to have food that tasted good instead of carbonized turkey, dressing stew, etc.
(I don’t have Lasagna every year; I’ve also had pizza, lamb, salmon, steak, more pizza, etc.)
My other un-American confession: I will not do any shopping on Friday.
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