Big Bird

Sweetie Pie was horrified when she heard me say that buying a turkey was a mistake. When her aunt told her that she couldn't make it down to our place for Thanksgiving, I thought a chicken might have been a better choice. Lisa put her foot down, and made it clear that chicken on the Thanksgiving menu was not an option.

I hadn't really thought about it much, because I've always felt indifferent to turkey. However, Lisa is such a great cook, she never fails to put an interesting spin on those hidebound holiday favorites: turkey and brussels sprouts. She is the only cook I've ever known who can actually make the latter taste good.

So this year, I'll happily put aside my contrarian iconoclasm. When I was still a bachelor, I'd go out for sushi or get a pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks with an impish glee as a nod to the holiday spirit. However, as I devour my turkey, nibble away at my pumpkin pie, and sip my glass of non-alcoholic holiday glogg from Ikea this Thanksgiving, I won't be thinking: why not a goose, a duck, or a cornish game hen? I'll be thankful (amongst other things) that my wife is a great cook.