As a tribute to my beloved home town, the eternal imaginary Thanksgiving menu of my spotless mind will be entirely made up of foods mentioned in Frankie Yankovic polkas. So tomorrow, it will be kishka, apples, peaches, pumpkin pie, and beer. Which actually sounds pretty good.
What’s your imaginary menu, in song?
Pork chops and mustard greens
Not Costco, but homemade roasted chicken thighs.