I don't have this week's vegetarian Thanksgiving recipe ready yet. I tried a new recipe for baked stuffed onions this weekend that I thought might be suitable, but in the end, it wasn't all that good. Particularly when you consider that it took something like two and a half hours to make. Not worth it.
But that's ok, because I have to take a moment to address the lies being spread by my very own brother in the comments on my last post. No, I did NOT break someone's leg while playing field hockey. I admit that I am somewhat spectacularly uncoordinated, however, I've never actually brought physical harm to another person. I believe the story my brother is misremembering is actually one in which I was the victim. It goes like this:
At my school, there was no signing up for teams. In sixth, seventh and eighth grade, if you were a girl, you played on the field hockey team in the fall and the lacrosse team in the spring. For boys it was soccer in the fall and lacrosse in the spring. I was neither particularly good nor particularly bad at field hockey. They'd put me in, I'd play, and then it would be someone else's turn to go on the field. Anyway, this one time there was a group of us fighting for the field hockey uh, ball. Ball, right? It's been a long time. Anyway, we were all clumped up, whacking away at the ball and trying to get control of it when my middle school arch-nemesis got hit with a stick and decided I had hit her. She was sure that I had hit her on purpose (I hadn't - in fact I'm not sure it was me, but either way I wasn't evil like she was) so she raised her stick up over her shoulder and slammed it in to my shin as hard as she could. Our own coach pulled her off the field for that one. I wasn't wearing shin guards for some reason and to this day, there is a dent in my left shin. Nothing was broken, although I think I had a fairly impressive bruise.
So there. See? I did not go around maiming people in middle school. Or ever, but most particularly not in a field hockey game.

Bet you wished you had hit her after that. Sheesh!
Well, crap.
guess I got that one wrong. Silly family legends.
You gotta admit you sound WAY more hardcore in my story though.