For a person who is essentially scared of food, Thanksgiving isn’t good times.
Usually, I try to avoid the glut of it.
This year sees a change of strategy.
I’m going to try to embrace Thanksgiving. Hold the freaking holiday so tight to my chest that I’ll choke out the orneriest bits of the turkey-headed beast.
Admittedly, this plan relies on all my orneriest bits behaving themselves (i.e. mind, stomach, nerves, stomach, gag reflex, stomach).
I fear the flaw lies here. (But when doesn’t the flaw lie here?)
I’ll keep you updated on Operation Big Squeeze.