Okay, who wants a card this year?

I've been going through my Christmas cards and filling out whatever I can. If you want a Christmas or other holiday card from me this year, you may already be a winner, but just in case you aren't, please ping me with your snail address and the holiday you prefer, and whether you'd rather it be a secular or religious card.

If you prefer not to send or receive cards for environmental reasons, drop me your email address and I'll send you an e-card instead. Debi, I've already sent you yours, it should be delivered later in the week.

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1802. "Dined at the President's - ...Dinner not as elegant as when we dined before. [Among other dishes] a pie called macaroni, which appeared to be a rich crust filled with the strillions of onions, or shallots, which I took it to be, tasted very strong, and not agreeable. Mr. Lewis told me there were none in it; it was an Italian dish, and what appeared like onions was made of flour and butter, with a particularly strong liquor mixed with them."

I don't know whether to be terribly disappointed in Thomas Jefferson for pulling one of the less classy stunts a cook can pull, which is to put a dish in front of his guests and not tell them what it is, or to be entertained by the fact that basically America owes its interest in macaroni and cheese to the man.

What's your excuse, Canada?