It was the day before Thanksgiving. He said."I'm taking the subway to 23rd Street tomorrow. I'll pick up a turkey dinner from Trader Joe's. it"ll be pre‐cooked, but you said that was okay with you." she said."I did? I said pre‐cooked is okay with me? When did I say that? Was I high on drugs? Were YOU? I NEVER said that! Thanksgiving is once a year. I deserve a fresh‐cooked turkey dinner once a year. we're going to eat fresh‐cooked turkey tomorrow. You will cook one at home, or you will take me out to a nice restaurant. Either one is okay with me." He said."I've never cooked a turkey in my life. So I guess We'll go out." She said." It better be a nice place. No greasy spoon restaurant. No hole‐in‐the‐wall restaurant. I want tablecloths and shiny silverware. I want cloth napkins and well‐dressed waiters."