Seth Gitell discovered somebody yesterday with something to really be thankful for - right in his Roslindale backyard.

Sushiesque is promising live as it happens reports from the creation of a vegetarian turducken, whose name sounds sort of like an old-English four-letter verb.

Just in case, Spatch posts the lyrics.

Sad to say, I don't have a kitchen this Thanksgiving. We're ripping out the walls and ceiling of the now-empty room where it stood. I don't even own an oven! So instead of my usual 24-hour cookathon, I'd like to host a Vitual Thanksging this year on Universal Hub.

I hear that there are fresh turkeys to be had in Brookline (as a public service of course!). I'll start with that. I usually cut the skin in places and shove in garlics. Then I annoint the beast with a mix of melted butter, sage, old bay, and gravy master. Stuffing contains the usual things, with some onions for flavor and water chestnuts for crunch. Sometimes, bacon or chicken sausage gets tossed in too.

What are you all going to bring for sides and desserts?

Nancy just returned from an expedition to Roche Bros. in West Roxbury (ay carumba: No candied yams!) and reports the sheer insanity of the sort that only people who have survived getting in and out of the parking lot there can really understand:

It was like being in a training video! You're backing out, and there's one person behind you, and another person coming the other way, and then a pedestrian comes out of nowhere - and then somebody else starts backing out. . ... Somebody's trying to make a big swing into your space, so now they're on your side of the road and you have to go around them. You have to swivel your head constantly. And then, of course, there's always some joker parked in the no-parking zone right in front of the entrance to the store, today it was a Brink's truck, and so you have to go around them and hope nobody's coming the other way and there aren't any pedestrians coming into the crosswalk, because they never look.

Lily von Schtoop reports she gets
her turkeys at Diemand Farm
in Wendell and says they're
well worth the 160-mile trip.

It's a cornucopia of Thanksgiving thoughts:

Mini will give thanks that her mother and dog were not at home when burglars broke into their house on Monday - and that their loud car and the dog barking apparently scared the robbers away when they came back from an errand.

Ian makes pies. The staff of the Somerville Journal buys theirs. Michelle makes cranberry sauce with dried cherries and mashed sweet potatoes with caramelized apples. Miss Diana makes stuffed peppers (filled with quinoa instead of meat). Kate makes way more stuff than you. Gnomi makes far less stuff than you. Eeka explains how to make a vegetarian-inclusive Thanksgiving

Leave it to these folks, who go all out for every major holiday, to show which holiday is next on the calendar.

Earlier:
Thanksgiving Comes First.
Why so sad, giant inflatable doggy?

Jim Sullivan's campaign to put the thanks back in Thanksgiving, um, to hold off the Christmas stuff until, you know, the day after Thanksgiving, keeps attracting new backers. He says thanks.

You can blame FDR, who moved the holiday in response to business people who wanted a longer Christmas shopping season.

Jim Sullivan has nothing against Christmas - except for before Thanksgiving. He begins a list of the worst offenders and explains:

... I'm a Christian, so I have more than an annoyance factor at work here. I think that cheapening the holiday, by expanding it beyond reasonable bounds, does a world of disservice to my religion. It gives people a false view of it, by making it a greed-fest. However, if you aren’t a Christian, your take on matters is still important; maybe even more so than mine. If you're Jewish, for instance, I'm sure it makes you mad to see your religion's holy days buried beneath this overkill. If you're an atheist, it must truly make you seethe. Let it out. Tell the world that you've had enough.