I cannot tolerate the smell of roasting turkey, so I'm planning my favorite holiday tradition -- going to a restaurant with a close, sympathetic friend.

I hope the turkey smell will be cleared out of my apartment by the time we get back. Unfortunately, one of the guests who is coming won't tolerate the windows being open even a little bit.

Ah well, the whole thing gives me a good excuse for biking all day Thursday and Friday while the place airs out.

I love Brussels sprouts and beets, by the way.