Happy Thanksgiving!

Rosemary napped as we drove up from the city to the Berkshires, and when she woke up she overheard us talking about an article Jason had read about a guy who tried to cook a heritage turkey, but had a hard time finding an appropriate recipe because it was only 8 pounds. R had been quiet for about two hours when she suddenly perked up and said, increduously, "Cooking a BIRD? That's so silly!"