...And All That Jazz

So about a week and a half ago, as I carried my weight in potatoes to my friend Joe's house in preparation of the next day's Thanksgiving in the Holy Land celebration, I exclaimed - in a "I think that the cab driver may have charged too much...and I still had to trudge through the rain...I can't find my house keys" exasperated kind of way I can't wait until I'm just cooking for my family. You know what's crazy? I did just cook for my family.

Thanksgiving Shenanigans

Courtesy of Ray & Vafa

Ray: Assuming the post-turkey position

I love this place.