Marriage is a dinner that begins with dessert.

There were no excuses at the end. We had a great dinner, but didn't have a great dessert.

If you want to grow up to be a big, strong pea, you have to eat your candy," Papa Pea would say.

Life is like an 6-slice apple pie at a 12-guest dinner banquet. If you just sit back and wait for it to come to you, chances are, you're going to miss dessert.

I hacked an old Crock-Pot and turned it into a sous vide machine, and did a turkey breast, and then seared the skin on the stovetop, so it is totally crispy, but the meat is BEYOND juicy. And the stuffing is a combination of homemade corn bread, homemade buttermilk biscuits, and brioche, with sage and thyme and celery and onion and shallot. And I tried the Robuchon Pommes Puree, and thought that there was no way to put THAT much butter into that much potato, but holy moley is it amazeballs! And I did a butternut squash soup with fried ginger and almond cake with apple compote." All the bustle has roused Volnay, who wanders over to greet Benji, and receives a dog biscuit for her trouble from Eloise.
"Honey, breathe a little," I say, laughing.
"It's just... I... I mean... THANKSGIVING!" he says, which cracks us all up.

All great change in America begins at the dinner table.