I hated stuffing. Onions and celery are not my idea of a goodtime. Cubed Wonder bread drowned in Butterball bastings rates low on the list of edibles. I hated gravy. Lumpy slurry of corn starch commingling with the burn ooze of said Butterball to produce a mud brown viscous paste. The night Margret made thanksgiving dinner was the night my taste buds were born again. No Butterball, a free range bird. No onion or celery Walnuts garbanzos and an herb from Thailand. A demi-glace au poulet reduced from 12 Toms blended into in virgin olive oil whipped into a soufflé