Years ago, before the Internet was available on computers, much less the palm of our hands, a friend showed me a VHS tape of Robert Tilton cut together with fart sounds that was supposedly made by someone on his production crew.
The turkey was purchased at Aldi with the intention of taking it to the in-laws for Christmas, but we could not get it thawed in time so here it is making an appearance in the New Year. Lisa did an amazing job on the turkey and we will be surely eating turkey sandwiches and soup and tacos for at least a week if not longer.
I suppose we should be eating black eyed peas, ham, collards, and cornbread like good Southerners, but I never put a lot of stock in old wives tales or even tradition just for tradition’s sake. I will update you on the success or failure of that approach as we go through the year.
2023 was a mixture of amazing and borderline unbearable. Highs and lows are both, I believe, unescapable components of the human experience. We are all mostly still here so I count 2023 slightly weighted in the positive direction.
I’m also not really one much to do resolutions or words or what have you. Not that I think they’re bad things necessarily, but I’ve not had a lot of success in keeping up something past a week and then I feel like a loser. In order to avoid that, I just take things as they come.
Again, I will update you on the success or failure of my approach as we go.