LOVER : What the hell would rock music be without the The word?

Nora O'Connor "Sticks & Stones"
Grey DeLisle "The Maple Tree"
Stairwell Sisters "No Never Know"
Buffalo "I'm A Skirt Lifter Not A Shirt Raiser"
The Move "Cherry Blossom Clinic" (I'd like to hear you do this, Big Man)
The Bad Boys "Love"
The Group Sounds "Hard Breakup"
The Kowalskis "Kiss Me One More Time"
Neko Case "Favorite"
The Mirrors
Shelly's Children "Jack"
The Byrds "I Know My Rider"
The Rivingtons "The Willy"
The Huxtables "The Vision"
The Silencers "Girlfriend Boyfriend"
The Crippled Pilgrims "Black and White"
Ultravox "Young Savage"
The Lost Sound "I Sit, I Watch, I Wait"
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers "Century City"
JOBRIATH "I'm A Man" (another cover for the Big Man)

I must say that Thanksgiving must be the least restful of the holidays especially for working women. I mean talk about work! What I think is, cuz it's a labor of love, that the whole deal, the whole spectacle of it works to reinforce masochistic martyr fantasies women are conditioned to pursue. & oh I must love it! Cuz what did I do? I made
- roquefort grapes which were SO FUCKING GOOD rolled in creamed roquefort & then in toasted pecans
- potatoes au gratin which sounds very pedestrian but was not as I made it w/leeks & tons of expensive gruyére & freshly grated nutmeg & heavy cream
- cornbread dressing from homemade cornbread done "the right way" with fresh sage & thyme from my garden & a ton of bacon
- a fantastic stuffing of bread, buttery mushrooms, carmelized onions & celery & fresh oregano from my garden
- for true cranberry relish with red wine & fresh ginger & fresh orange juice
- creamy spicy pearled onions with my own roux
- fresh bitter salad with a homemade vinagrette of dijon, walnuts, shallot, garlic, and balsamic
- pineapple upside down cake with carmelized pecans & those crazy maraschino cherries on top!
- and I helped with the turkey that Christine pulled off with grace & panaché

We had Orangina, wine, raspberry sodas. We had olives & parmesan cheese-sticks. We had rich coffee. We had candles and christmas lights and heat. We went to the track, we watched Sex in the City. I LOVED every minute of it, cooking for people is one of my flat-out absolute most satifying endeavors, and the beauty, the savory, the romance of it all, rrrrr, orgasmic. But oy vey - such exhaustion. I am undoubtedly a real woman now.