For years I wondered where my mother, one of the great non-cooks of all time, got the idea that Wonder Bread topped with ketchup and Velveeta, warmed under the broiler until the Velveeta was barely softened, could possibly be classified as "pizza".

Now I know.

A chronicle of my personal worst Thanksgiving.

This one happened some years ago, but has engraved itself on my brain.  At that time I was living alone, so my friend Dar asked me to come over to her place for Thanksgiving.  Actually, since I had no other plans (and no car), she suggested that she come over and pick me up on Wednesday so I could help ( Read more... )