Lust, Turkey Gizzards + A Ladylike Toast
I blame my bleak and very unpromising cooking skills on Thanksgiving, you know. You’d think I would have gotten better from helping my mom prepare such a yearly feast for me, her and my dad. (Mashed potatoes were my sworn duty. Probably because they’re mashed, requiring heavy amounts of manual mashing child labor. Not to be confused with child mashing labor.) But since my dad took it upon himself to be all Pennsylvania and go and shoot the turkey himself,
Nov 22, 2012