I had a great Thanksgiving feast at James and Angela's place last Thursday. I've thrown a few pics online. Angela, as anyone who knows her can tell you, is highly detail-oriented, an overachiever, and so the most memorable thing about the whole dinner was that she used some leftover woven paper from her wedding and printed up menus to put on every place setting. So classy--I saw them and immediately rushed home to change into my tux.

I finally tried Angela's brown sugar/butter sauce. James had been raving about it, and holy moly it is sinful, but in the best sense. I poured it over my baked sweet potato and experienced that side dish in an entirely new way. James had two such sugar bombs, and we had to inject him with insulin and carry him to the sofa afterwards.

I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land. (Jon Stewart)