Gluttony is not a common vice for me, but it is an annual obligation.
If I don't stuff myself on Thanksgiving to rival the turkey, I am sure to hurt my mother's feelings. We can't have that! So stuff I do -- until able to stuff no more.
And once I have bravely soldiered up to that line, I lay down my fork. And then I, or one of my comparably sated tablemates, is the first to say something like: "Whoa! I am so full, I couldn't eat another bite!"
The aroma of pumpkin pie, pecan pie and...Full Story