As I saw earlier today on the Internets: Let the Annual Ritual Sacrifice of the Theropod commence!
I suppose we’re also supposed to say what we’re thankful for. I could say I’m thankful for my readers, which is true. I could say I’m thankful for family. But today, I say screw that. I can be thankful for all that the other 364 days of the year. Today I will be partaking of some of Dr. Welch‘s fine juice, of the fermented variety, which I have been laboring over for months. It would drive the old prohibition crusader nuts (if he wasn’t dead) to know I made 5 gallons of his wonderful juice into a not too bad white wine (tried a little last night). Much like I enjoy thumbing my nose at the busybodies in the gun control movement, I can sneer at the same attitude that enabled prohibition.
So what am I thankful for today? I am thankful for yeast, to which our species owes much, and without which we wouldn’t have bread, wine, beer, or liquor. While yeast won’t allow us to turn water into wine, they can get pretty close. By harnessing the miracle of yeast, you’re getting about as close as you’ll ever get to being Jesus. So while we’re eating our Thanksgiving dinner, just remember our little four micron friend that makes it possible to wash down your mother’s dry turkey, and give you that pleasant buzz that helps get you through the holidays without strangling one of your relatives.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!