Talking Turkey
Howdy all,
David and I are taking the week off to rest and recharge (aka: move house, and frantically work on book revisions, respectively), so we’re leaving you to navigate the world without either a sword or a sandwich this week. But don’t despair! We’ll be back, hopefully a little less burdened, after Thanksgiving. Please don’t unsubscribe in the interim—I get an email every time you do and it’s a huge bummer. In fact, why not give the gift of a paid subscription to your friends and loved ones? If they’re right-wing, it’ll make them feel bad and weird, and if they’re left wing, it’ll make them feel … sometimes good … and weird! Excellent all around!
Thanksgiving week discount: it’s $5/month!
Obviously this is a holiday that evokes a lot of feelings (mass enslavement and colonization, boo! Eating with family, potentially yay, but also possibly boo depending on your family!), some warm, some otherwise. I’ve had spectacular Thanksgivings and other ones that involved food poisoning, and just now I am profoundly missing my cousin Elinor, who was the heart and soul of our family’s annual celebration and is much missed.
It’s a weird time for a lot of families—political disagreements are acrid as rancid gravy at the moment—so if you’re feeling a bit of dread this week, know you’re not alone and much beloved here at S&S Industries. If you just love stuffing and cranberry sauce and hanging out with your family and/or buddies that is of course awesome as well! This is clearly not my most shining moment as a prose artist. I’ve been firing on all cylinders (for me, anyway, they’re pretty weak cylinders to be honest) with the book and the newsletter simultaneously, and my brain has sort of folded up like a pita pocket and refused to produce more words, so the break is well-timed; hopefully I will roar back like a lion, instead of a half-starved wolf cub awoo’ing fruitlessly at the moon.
I wish that for all of us! Sometimes when I feel something overwhelming (often!) I either howl aloud very softly or picture myself howling very loudly. As Warren Zevon once put it: Ah-woooooo!
For service journalism’s sake, I’ve included a roundup of recipes for what to do with leftover desiccated bird:
Turkey Soup (apparently something my grandmother made for months after Thanksgiving)
And some turkey mousse for the fuckin’ sickos out there.
And so forth! See you on the flip side,
Talia
