Just a note on giving thanks. I'm thankful that my friend The Chef wasn't maimed when a terrorist chestnut he was frying exploded, raining his kitchen, face, ear and hands with hot grease. His wounds have basically healed. Only his pride was singed. : )
His sacrifice was not in vain. I truly enjoyed the stuffing that the arrogant chestnut wrought.
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