My parents grew up during the Great Depression, and that fact was made clear in many ways, but most notably in the foods they refused to eat. There weren't any. Period. Full stop.
Over the weekend, I got an email note from a friend who formerly lived here in the Rockford area. In the email, he included a link to a piece he found on a website.
Yeah, I know. We're not supposed to be travelling anywhere for Thanksgiving. You're being discouraged from taking a car ride, let alone a plane trip. But, if you're going anyway, here's what you can bring along.