My Favorite Days of the Year, Part 5 of 5

It was not forecast to snow, so it was pleasant to wake up to a nice covering. By noon - when I took these photos - most of it had melted away, but it was still pretty. And festive. 

A bacon sandwich for breakfast. I am thankful for bacon. Not so much for Maggie. 

I'll be honest: This did not sound good to me. But I was intrigued. How bad would it be?

Pretty fucking bad. 

The main offender was the gravy base. Salty and ugly with the viscosity of snot. 

With a real pizza sauce, this would have been... well, still not good. 

But not nearly as bad. 

Trader Joe's brioche toasts with burnt ends dip. A delicious snack while watching a lousy game: The 2-10 Giants at the 5-7 Cowboys. 

Like all Real Americans, I cannot stand the Cowboys or New York City. 

I smoked a turkey outside - a spatchcocked bird only takes about four hours. 

Chopped turkey in the BBQ sauce that I featured yesterday plus E. Waldo Ward's chili sauce, on a bun with pickles and red onion. 

With sweet potato fries and aioli.