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Hello there Reader, Thanksgiving doesn't have to leave you cursing like a sailor. (Although, if you ever heard Mama Leite muttering in Portuguese while wrestling a 22-pound turkey into submission, you might think otherwise.) As someone who's hosted more holiday dinners than my youthful countenance would suggest―some of which ended with me hiding in the basement, clutching a bottle of wine, and questioning my life choices―I've learned a thing or two about keeping my sanity intact. The One will back me up on this, especially after That One Year We Shall Never Speak Of Again when I nearly burned down the house. But I digress. What I've learned is mastering Thanksgiving is all about strategy. And, unlike how I usually cook―which The One likens to a tornado in an apron―this requires that dreaded word: planning. Allow me to share with you my hard-won five-day plan that'll keep you from ending up in the fetal position behind the washing machine. (Not that I know anything about that.) My Free Foolproof Five-Day Countdown
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Hi Reader, Father’s Day planning is really just future-you doing present-you a solid.A few decisions made now can spare you the holiday classic: standing in the kitchen at 4:12 p.m., holding an empty platter, wondering why every good idea has suddenly left the building and taken the car keys.I learned this the hard way, which is how I learn most things. There’s nothing quite like deciding to “keep it simple” and then, two hours later, realizing you’re making three marinades, hunting for the...
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Hi Reader, I’ve always loved how sandwiches lower everyone’s expectations in the best possible way.Nobody arrives demanding ceremony. Nobody asks whether you spent all day cooking or if the tomatoes were locally massaged by monks under a full moon. You hand someone a really good sandwich on a summer evening and suddenly people are barefoot, leaning against the deck railing, stealing fries and bites off each other’s plates like raccoons with excellent manners.And perhaps that’s why I make them...