My family didn’t eat turkey this Thanksgiving. We didn’t eat it last year, either. Yes, we’re still mostly proud to call ourselves Americans. And yes, we’re thankful the pilgrims didn’t die out that first year. But, the simple truth is that we’re not very excited by turkey… at least not any more.
Not long after I wrote “Eating Outside the Box,” I decided to do a little experimental cooking. Truthfully, most of my cooking qualifies as experimental. My mother didn’t fail to equip me with common sense in this arena, but I did fail to store that priceless tutelage on something more permanent than mental RAM.