This is me, getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner, only not. I wish I did have a festive apron like this, crisp organdy kitchen curtains, salon-fresh coiffeure. Instead, I’m wearing sweats, and my hair looks like the back-end of a poodle. I do, however, have some very spiffy kitchen curtains made of old linen dish-towels. Our family will be dining with friends tomorrow, and tonight, we’re joining posse member Susie’s family for their traditional night-before feast featuring oysters, lobster and other yummies. My contribution will be brunswick stew, made with the pork butt Mr. Mary Kay smoked last night, the quails he and Wyatt brought home this morning, some venison sausage from Boomerang Boy’s stash and fresh veggies.