Why am I so panicked about hosting at my house? My brother and sister are major foodies. One Thanksgiving I didn't put the bird in the oven long enough. Outrage/hunger/panic/self-loathing ensued because it was after 6:00 p.m. and the bird still wasn't finished.
Then there's the part about one guest inhaling a giblet and a run to the ER on Martha's Vineyard. Share my angst.
Click here for my Huffington Post:
"Thanksgiving Turkey: Let's Get Fresh"
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