I think fall has come early this year. It smelled like it to me a few weeks ago, and it smelled like it again today. Not much in the way of tomatoes this year, but at least there was rain, and relief from the punishing heat.
But fall means Thanksgiving — and Thanksgiving is an entire 84 days away — but I've already started thinking about turkey. Thus prompted, I pulled out a grilling book to look up a turkey recipe, and found the following amusement:
WILD TURKEY I
If it hasn't already been broken, crack the government seal and lay the bottle over a moderate fire. When just warm, sit on the back porch and serve with cool branch water, sardines, and saltine crackers. Leave some in the bottom of the bottle for tomorrow and stay off the telephone.
Fall also makes me think about brown liquor. :)