I'm down. I half ass a lot of things but not my cooking. I'm anal about meat. My turkey is juuuuuuicey, lots of spices well buttered. I marinate the shit out of it. Alton's red wine gravy and lumpy red skinned mashed potatoes, dinner rolls with a monkey load of butter, sweet potatos, sage stuffing with apples and raisins, cranberries (the real lumpy kind), green bean casserole, apple cider, relish tray, pumpkin pie. Maybe a rhubarb/craberry/blueberry pie.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?