The first annual Brozovich Thanksgiving was smoother than eel ejaculate in a Wendy’s Frosty machine (in fact it went so smooth that we are planning on hosting 46 family, friends and a village of Sudanese refugees to dine on a 250 pound peacock for Christmas). Bird was devoured, spirits were imbibed (including one Christmas Tree flavored Jones Soda) and my fur pants and the wife’s matching fur skirt were the talk of the event. Total cook time for the beast: four hours.