Exciting Evening

When I lived in New York, one of my annual pleasures was to go to Macy's at Herald Square mid-evening on December 24th and sit up in the Mezzanine and watch the last-minute shoppers scrambling around. I feel a little like that as I venture off to the supermarket the night before Thanksgiving. We don't do turkey for Thanksgiving, since none of us actually likes turkey which makes the whole thing counterintuitive. We have something we all actually like, which is breakfast for dinner. So I need to get some eggs and buttermilk and maybe a challah for french toast. And I have to admit that since I only need a couple of things, that I was trying to figure out when the absolute worst time would be. I'm guessing it was around 6 and I missed it, but I'm going to give it a try now. I'll report back if there's anything interesting to say.