Robert was so gracious to us, and his food so spectacular, while we were in New Zealand, that I can't wait to work from his book. Actually, we're having a very small family Thanksgiving here at the Bunker. My Sweetie's brother is smoking a turkey breast, my Sweetie is doing dumplings (one of her specialties), an English-style fruit salad, a chocolate creme pie and her great Italian bread. I'm doing the spinach dish, family recipe sage dressing (oysters in my portion, of course) and roasted garlic mashed potatoes.
I think I'm going with an NZ white wine…haven't decided which one yet. I mean, I could shift gears and go with a light pinot noir, but one never knows, does one?
Meanwhile, back at the Apocalypse...
This Thanksgiving I'm thankful that I'm upwind of Denver. I'm also thankful that I've already seen the Ghost and the Darkness and Sue the T-Rex at the Field Museum in Chicago, plus I've had a Chicago-syle deep dish pizza at the original Uno's in Chicago, so if the city get burned down, looted, reduced to rubble, whatever, over the Thanksgiving weekend, I'm still a few points up.
I'm also thankful I'm not flying:
Police with machine guns at U.S. airports this holiday weekend
I'm also profoundly thankful that my Sweetie's sourdough culture came from a kit, rather than…"domestically" grown.
And finally, a few thoughtful Thanksgiving words from George Orwell: The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.