To be honest, I wasn't very excited coming up to Thanksgiving. I'd only seen it on the television and figured it was one of those typical American over-extravagances, where everyone makes much ado about nothing. Plus I'd seen this magazine cover, and the secret was worrying me:
(It was a literal filling, being Michael Winner's secret sauce). But on the day of the holiday, I warmed to it a little. Could it have been that it is a rather honest celebration? Possibly, but I think that the fact that we deep fried a fucking turkey in a vat of oil for 45 minutes (you'd be surprised at just how juicy and tender and non-fatty the actual meat is) had a lot to do with it:
Well that and I ended up falling asleep on the bathroom floor...
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