The food coma is over. Mostly. To recap: the Graves’ household had local turkey, Syracuse salt potatoes, crepes and cookies.  Below is the turkey, fresh out of the oven and resting. I suspect that in the postprandial minutes and hours I was more than half dinner by weight.  And it took all day to make, [more]

My wife is watching White Christmas while I cook.  I generally enjoy that movie because Danny Kaye, but can’t help but throw up in my mouth a little bit at the not-song midway through where a bunch of talented singers get together and monotonically/arrhythmically yell “SNOW” in each other’s faces while the audience gradually wishes that Kaye’s [more]

Now I’m standing in my kitchen cooking crepes for my wife while occasionally basting the turkey.  This will be a while.  15 pound turkey means plenty of time for contemplation and/or making merry with wine.