It is one day past Thanksgiving. We have the traditional Day-After-Thanksgiving food hangover. Our refrigerator is now stocked with enough to provide a small Russian army for the rest of a long winter campaign. We are fat and sassy and not too ambitious. I’d very much like to hibernate for the rest of the weekend,


    Well, it’s Thanksgiving again. Time to trot out the old turkey (or tofurky, in our case) dressing, cranberry sauce, and the sweet potato casserole with tiny marshmallows. We have mixed feelings, of course, about the green bean dish with French fried onion rings on top, as well as the lime jello mold with bananas suspended