It’s Turkey Day and we’re all up early to catch the Macy’s parade. I haven’t seen the parade in years because I usually sleep in on Thanksgiving. The holiday wasn’t a favorite of mine in my old life, as I lost part of my family in a house fire when I was a kid. The irony is they’re alive now. (I guess that difference, along with my mom still being alive, puts to rest any idea of predicting next week’s lottery numbers.) I try to put it out of my mind and pay attention to my son’s bantering about the floats. Presently, Bert Conway is announcing the Betty Boop balloon coming down 59th Street.
In the kitchen, Monie’s putting a pot of ribollita together from a recipe that’s come down through the family for the last hundred years. It’s an Italian holiday stew, and it’s our contribution to Thank
