I have eaten. Probably too much.
Let me not recall the gastronomic excess of today - it would be familiar to most celebrants of the holiday, except for a selection of wheaty Belgian beers and some espresso vodka - and go to a happier time, two days or so ago, when the Sherbs and I made a vegetable bread pudding in the slow cooker.
It was very tasty; basically it was soaking bread in pureed white beans, then slow cooking them. How could that be bad?
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