I'm gone until the Kalends of December. Surely you can amuse yourself until then.
If not, keep an eye on this egullet thread where the self-important navel gazing was just interrupted by John Mariani himself. John, you will recall, has been taking a beating for frequenting those outrages known as "familiarization trips" (i.e., free shit). One wonders when food writers will finally figure out what they're paid for (In this sense, Ruth does deserve credit for hawking the Vikings).
Also features plenty of somnolent pontification from the usual suspects, including the one Regina likes to call the porcine pantload. Mee-oww!
And don't brine your fucking turkey.