It’s not about roles or meeting an arbitrary standard, it’s about creating something with someone you love. Minus the stepfordization and lesbians, this is more or less how Meg and I spent Thanksgiving. Our cat had been ill, so we decided to stay home. We grabbed whatever we could from our local grocery store on Thanksgiving Eve and cooked together the next day. It was a lovely meal, and our cat started eating again that morning. Also, I’d never had a capon before. It’s a male chicken. They’re castrated I guess? The humiliation makes them taste better?? Sorry, I didn’t have much to say about this page, so I went into anecdote mode.
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