Preface to the Annual Big Fat Filipino Thanksgiving

[darksally]

I'm going to be good this year. I'm going to purchase all of the non-perishable ingredients I need for my annual Festival of the Thanksgiving Sides in advance, not the day before the event. I need a few vanilla pods, a bottle of Cointreau, cranberries, turbinado sugar (trust me, it works), canned pumpkin, some damned mochiko, a few bottles of dry

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[night101owl]

I haven't read the story, but it sounds like "The Boys and the Butter, by CPG, published in 1910 in the Forerunner, and in Herland, might be what you're thinking of. I have Herland at home, though I haven't read it yet, but I can skim it tonight to see if "The Boys and the Butter" is, indeed, about two boys who like butter.

[darksally]

Y'know, that sounds about right. It was in my copy of Herland, which has gone mysteriously missing. Or not. I think I gave it away awhile back.

I just remember it seeming completely bizarre in comparison with all of the other stories. Like, here's a novel about feminist eutopia, here's a bunch of Victorian-era tales about upper class white women achieving agency and self-empowerment, and here's a story about two boys with a mean aunt who are crazy for butter.

It's nice to know that the story exists outside my head, though.

[beebo]

what planet are you from again? I want to visit, I'll bring the McChicken.

[darksally]

Did I mention that the cider isn't actually an ingredient? It's part of the tradition: It doesn't go into the desserts, the breads, the sauce, or the casserole, but it goes into me one way or another, and, in the end, that's all that matters.

I NO SHARE CIDER! NO!

Unless, of course, some bespectacled hottie appears on my doorstep with a greasy bag 'o love.

[beebo]

a greasy bag o' love it is. I've discussed train plans with my bandmate a while back. cook me some noodles, and I'll play you something sexy on the bass.