Gobble Gobble, Cough Cough

The Boy went to Iowa last week to take part in the ritual flogging known as a dissertation defense, and came back with the fracking Plague. Now we're all sicker than stuck hogs, and wondering who's going to make the damn Tofurky tomorrow. Sassy has already refused (citing something about an important nap she's been planning), so it looks like we're going to have to mix up some Codeine cocktails and power through it. In the meantime, we're watching old episodes of The French Chef with Julia Child and wishing that contemporary cooking shows were even half as fabulous.
Safe travels and happy feasting!