oh karma, you are a fickle beast. i don’t know what i ever did to you, but you reached our your slimy hand and did your worst — you took my sense of taste with a miserable cold on THE day of taste. the day after thanksgiving. leftovers day.
i’ll have you know i ate leftovers anyway, despite my taste bud-numbing cold. but it all tasted like water. and dirt. *sobs
before this all went down, i did actually enjoy the goodness of thanksgiving on the day of. let’s start our tour de plate:
the sides are were it’s at, ladies and gents. if you didn’t already know that, you’re probably not a hippie. from the top going clockwise, we’ve got italian bread stuffing with garlic and walnuts; brussels sprouts and grapes roasted in olive oil and tossed in toasted walnuts and balsamic vinegar; roasted sweet potatoes in honey, cinnamon, smoked paprika, and olive oil.
then onto the main event. the gobbler.