It’s nearly Thanksgiving…do I smell turkey?

Here in the States it’s almost Thanksgiving which means the grocery stores are overrun and we’re all doing frantic things to pumpkins and turkeys. (I will point out again that our Canadian friends are so smart for doing this in October. I’d be willing to entertain the notion of turkey at Christmas if I hadn’t just made one four weeks before…)

So for a few years now I’ve been brining my turkey, but after reading this article on BuzzFeed, I’m going for the dry brine–which isn’t a brine at all, but let’s not quibble on the holidays. The dry brine is easier by far, and we all know I’m a big fan of things that are low effort, high reward.

And now for something completely different…

When I’m doing appearances, one of the things I love to talk about–to shock people out of thinking they know Victorians–is the fact that some Victorians pierced their nipples and that Winston Churchill’s mother, Lady Randolph Churchill, had a snake tattoo. It’s always a fun moment because piercings and tattoos are a far cry from the people who allegedly swathed their piano legs in fabric because they were too suggestive. (They didn’t, by the way.) In any event, here is a fantastic three-part piece on tracing the origins of the piercing story–complete with details as to the procedure. WELL worth reading! (Posted on FB by Jennifer Spiller and tweeted at me by Heather Wheat.)

And while we’re reading about Victorians getting their freak on, bless them, here is a fantastic piece on…well, let’s just say it’s an object that whaling wives used to console themselves when their husbands were at sea for years at a time. It makes for quite diverting reading. (Posted to Twitter by Celeste Ng.)