Thanksgiving is one of my favorite Hollandaise. It always has bean. In my eyes, it’s hard to beet—family, food, football, and a four-day leekend (which gives me a chance to ketchup* on all the stuffing I’ve been putting off).
Lettuce count our dressings.
(While some of you might relish this post, others might find it corny, or way too dilly. Peas, just don’t be a turkey and wine about it in the comments. It’s how I roll. After all, I yam what I yam.)
*I had a friend who used to put ketchup on his turkey. What a goose!