Today, is also the world championship match of food status updates and tweets. I'll probably tweet about that later.
But I (at least on this blog) will not be bringing you any Thanksgiving tips or turkey tricks. Or how to convince your Uncle Henry to stop slapping the wall. Nor will I tell you that black olives are the best part of Thanksgiving and putting them on the tips of your fingers is indeed the proper way to eat them. I will not share with you my family's tradition of lighting a bayberry candle (Wait, that is Christmas.) I am not going to point out that I think we should eat stuffing every single day of the year, and why should something so delicious be eaten only once a year and why doesn't someone open a stuffing only restaurant in Minneapolis? I am not going to post about how I am or am not participating in Black Friday. Nor will I go into detail about former career in retail. I am not going to talk about pilgrims. At least, not today.
Instead, I bring you a memory of last year's Thanksgiving:
The terrible, horrible, frightening, yet alluring pig squirrel of Loring Park in Minneapolis.
What is this creature?????
Happy Thanksgiving.
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