This was one of the things my wife made for Thanksgiving because I was on bird and mashed potatoes and broccolini duty. Come, I will conceal nothing: I had signed off on trying it politely as part of my husbandly duties right up to the first bite. I ate the whole thing and was kind of happy that there wasn’t more, because I would have made myself a pig over it.
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