It’s been two days and you’re still in a Thanksgiving fog of reconstituted leftovers. Your tummy is begging for a reprieve, but you haven’t been able to focus on anything other than turkey. You have it in your omelets, slapped between slices of bread, and even fried up to make bird chips. The tryptophan is making you sluggish, and the uncanny desire to be curled up next to reheated meat is ruining your love life. With song titles such as “Tasty Love” and “Main Course,” could it... More >>>