Call it Turkey Day the Sequel. Or Try-It-Again-Tryptophan. Or Serendipitous Holiday. We declared this first Thursday of February our Thankgiving II. Using the free collect-six-coupons bird, old stuffing lurking under the Tastee-Os, just-happened-to-have carrots, and a jar of Vlasics, we cooked up quite a feast. It just so happened that Old Man Winter treated us with snow, sleet, and now freezing rain, so we were socked in the house afraid of the riding-the-brake South Carolinian drivers. Like any proper holiday, school was cancelled.<\/p>\n
It’s a no-pressure event. It’s okay to gnaw on a wing while stirring the carrots. It’s okay to plop the bird on a red Christmas cookie platter. It’s okay to wear sweats and footie jammies. It’s okay to have barely combed our hair. It was a Surprise Poultry Party after all.<\/p>\n
And now for that post-meal coma to begin. A perfect day to give thanks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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