Nothing Better

Of the countless holidays littering the American calendar, there is none I love more than Thanksgiving.

As a kid, my mother used to roast our turkey in a contraption she would plug into an outlet on our screened porch. The smell of the turkey would drive the neighborhood cats crazy. But what are you going to do? The kitchen oven was already reserved for baking the pies.

Here's to napping, and football, and breaking out the linen napkins. But most of all, here's to the holiday that places the mashed potato front and center. Now that's something to be thankful for!

"Shakespeare is like mashed potatoes, you can never get enough of him." – Frank McCourt