Let there be peas on earth....

...and let them be eaten by me!

Ah yes, another Thanksgiving weekend has come to a close, and with it another cycle of binging on turkey and turkey accoutrement. In particular, I have this insidious desire/custom to relive the childhood epicurian experience of taking a mound of mashed potatoes, shoving a spoon down on it to make a concave area and then nestling peas into the potato mountain. This was commonly known in the Sawyer family as "making a bird's nest." No doubt this was an evil plan of my parents to get me to eat at least one vegetable that was green and, I imagine, was a technique not just relegated to my clan. Oh sure, I could plop potatoes on the plate and have peas normally resting beside them, but would they really taste as delicious? I think not. Next year, I'll celebrate my 52nd Thanksgiving (hopefully) and my 52nd+ helping of bird's nest.