It's often been said that the great tragedy of Southern cooking is that we haven't figured out how to deep fat fry salad - yet.  Turkeys we got covered though! 

Well, as is always the case, the Turkey Day shutdown didn't produce the mega-mileage it could have.

I did go 5 of 7 days though this week, with some solid efforts, so it could have been worse. (Even did two days on the CT due to the rain.)

My brother came down from Berkeley and brought a buddy, and the guy's dad, to Thanksgiving dinner.  I am always embarrassed to say this but deep fried turkey is the best turkey I've ever eaten.  Moist, juicy, tender and delicious.  Besides, nothing says redneck fun like the ability to deep fry a Snickers bar when the turkey is done - not that I'm saying we did - but you could....

Tomorrow it's back to the work grind.  Time to get another monthly train ticket, and return to the rails after the week off.  It's been nice.  I'm fully sure I'm never getting up on time in the A. M. this week.  I slip into the vampire circadian rhythm astonishingly fast. 

I'm also set to try the new gym in town this week.  I know weight lifting is counter productive to being an endurance cyclist.  I don't care anymore.  I like to pick things up and put them down.  It has a simple finality that few things can provide.  Besides, have you seen how bad sunken chest chicken boy cyclists look with their shirts off?  It's not a pretty sight. 

J.