We consumed our portion of a 30 pound turkey in a home that looked like something out of Yankee magazine.
We had flaming ambrosia and volcanos next to the big fountain at Kowloon while the band played Tiny Bubbles. We gorged on nine-layer dip and tequila, recipe followed by a wake-up call of Rock Star punch (a disgusting mixture of every energy drink in stock at the store 24. Congratulations to my pals for discovering the recipe for anger, generic hatred of mankind and instant colossal headaches.)
We showed Herr W. our side of the Atlantic on this crisp November day in the lovely and salty town of Marshfield.
Then we introduced our foreign friend to Robby the lobster, pictured here steamed.
Now if you will excuse me I have to go slip into a coma….