My Dad Told Me To Pack My Things And Beg On The Streets On Thanksgiving Night

movements. Dad managed the grill on the back porch. Mark, who turned out to be a competent cook when he was not performing being above it, handled the vegetables. Sarah and I worked on the remainder of the side dishes in the easy collaboration of two people who have cooked together before and remember the rhythm of it.

Mom sat at the kitchen table and continue reading …