Some trauma cannot be forgotten. The case of my festive dense dense dense dense is one of such episodes.
Let me explain. Christmas with my wild Irish clan has always been a wild ride. When I was a newborn boy and flawlessly, the family Christmas McCormick embraced the goose. It was a tradition. My grandfather loved to eat them, largely because he helped raising home varieties on his little family farm at that time.
Here are ways to impress your deprivation of your friends and family on the table this holiday season
