Eggs and I started off amicably enough. As a young girl, my grandfather often made me Sunday breakfast. Soft-boiled eggs, served in a heavy old ceramic cup shaped like Humpty Dumpty. Humpty wore a red bow tie. Humpty had panache.
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Thanksgiving IS gravy. Second only to aged boozy eggnog in its importance on my holiday table. For my husband, turkey, stuffing, potatoes, flaky yeast rolls, even Brussels sprouts and cranberries are mere vehicles by which gravy is transported from plate to palate. One day a year, it is a food group of its own.
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