Clearing the Desk: Turkey Day Musings; How Are You Preparing for the Gluttony?
New Haven Register › February 07, 2010
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WHEN I WAS A KID, my family had a tradition that I didn't particularly enjoy. During the week leading up to Thanksgiving, I was not allowed to eat. Yup, my parents wouldn't let me or my brother, Little Nicholas, digest even a crumb. Oh, I'd try to sneak a Cheez-It here and there. But if they caught me -- man, I don't want to think about that.
Why were they so zealous about keeping a barbaric tradition? Let me just write two words: rice balls. I don't know what the heck a rice ball is exactly, but I do know my grandmother makes the little fried balls of goodness and puts them into soup that we eat on Thanksgiving.See the full content of this document
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Clearing the Desk: Turkey Day Musings; How Are You Preparing for the Gluttony?
It's like heaven in a bowl. Believe you me, if 17th century England had rice balls, the Pilgrims would have never have boarded the Mayflower, never crashed into some big rock; they would have killed themselves if someone forced them to depart.
In my old age now, I understand what my parents...See the full content of this document
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