Ubiquitous wrote:

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Robert Irvine is an Englishman. What does he mean as he describes his
mother's treatment of Thanksgiving leftovers? Isn't that akin to the
Barbra Streisand Christmas album?

And my skin crawls whenever I read Sandra Lee's "recipes" for anything.
They're more like psychedelic rock albums.
< massacred cranberry orange sauce running down a cheesecake tower...
semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel tower... yellow matter custard
dripping from a dead dog's eye...>