Every year somebody frets about the bird. The bird is the easiest thing on the table. It goes in the oven, it comes out, and it rests thirty minutes anyway, which hands you a free half hour. The jam happens somewhere else. Everything Else Wants the Same Twenty Minutes Potatoes, gravy, rolls, and the casserole …
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