Happy T'day

[desperance]

First of all our household*, the boys have had their turkey-and-giblets breakfast. Will there be thanksgiving? Don't make me laugh. (Homily-cat in the long-ago would always bounce into my lap after breakfast and lick my nose, which I always took for gratitude. I was very young at the time.)

Now begins a long, long day of baking and roasting, possibly interspersed with too much liveblogging and not enough wine. How early may one begin to drink wine...?


*"First among equals?" they say. "Don't make me laugh. Scoop the litter, minion, I wish to poop."