Thanksgiving

Well, we're nearing the end of November. It's crazy how the month—and year—have flown by.

Thanksgiving is approaching. We'll be spending the day with my family (which means turkey, cranberry sauce, way too many mashed potatoes, a nap or three, several hours of Risk, probably a movie, and maybe some backyard football if the weather's good). Really looking forward to it.

Food items that will not be seen this Thursday but which in an ideal world would definitely be on the table:

turducken
gooducken
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rôti sans pareil (a bustard stuffed with a turkey, a goose, a pheasant, a chicken, a duck, a guinea fowl, a teal, a woodcock, a partridge, a plover, a lapwing, a quail, a thrush, a lark, an ortolan bunting, and a garden warbler)

. . . I'm going to rename this list: ballotines (see also here) that will not be seen this Thursday and should probably never be eaten:

Well, all of them.

But especially not the famed Indian dish: sparrow in a quail in a grouse in a chicken in a turkey in a goat in a whole camel.



Anyway, the point of this post is: ballotines fascinate me and I'm really excited for Thanksgiving.