My Wife, whom I love as life itself, is getting started on the Thanksgiving dinner, with the plan that if she gets as much done as possible early, there will be less cleanup on the day. Which makes sense.

She has taken several of the pumpkins she has slaved over all summer and winter, halved them, and roasted then.

Pumpkins do not take well to this, in my personal opinion. The outer rind shrinks, hardens, wrinkles, and collapses. Given that each half is close to a foot in diameter, I am left with one inescapable conclusion.

It looks like for Thanksgiving, I am going to be eating an elephant's testicle.