I’ve never needed a special day to over eat. Historically I’ve done that day in and out.
Fortunately, now my gluttony now wears a bridal, and unless it’s 9pm and there’re warm, fresh baked goods, I’m able to pull the reigns.
This Thanksgiving, I’m grateful that
A) I’m healthier and happier then last year, that
B) I don’t have to cook a turkey and
C) If someone offers me leftovers, I’ve got this recipe from The Week magazine to turn the “3rd white” meat into something I actually want to eat.