One of my weaknesses is doughnuts. They are certainly not my favorite thing to eat, but I do like them quite a bit. A treat.

I made the mistake of buying "churro donut holes" last week. The children love churros (cinnamon and sugar goodness upon anything is pretty remarkable). I love churros and I love doughnuts.

Since their shelf-life is waning (or perhaps has already expired...a bit stale) and since they were on the counter this morning, I hammered about a dozen of those puppies. Delicious.

Yet, in mere moments afterward, I felt very ill. Several hours later, I'm still not feeling all that sharp.

See, I'm not used to eating breakfast. If I eat a traditional breakfast, it's maybe a handful of times per year now.

I usually skip lunch as well.

For the bulk of my time on earth, I ate three meals a day. When I was involved in athletics, I ate not only the three squares, but several other meals or snacks per day. I ate all the time.

I was also in pretty good shape and could never keep weight on. Frankly, I had a bear of a time gaining weight no matter how hard I tried.

Though I haven't weighed myself in a while, it's not unheard of to go up or down 5-7 pounds in a day. But keeping track of all that became a bit too obsessive. I'll probably go back to charting sometime down the road, but not now.

So, this nonsense of me eating a baker's dozen churro donut holes was my mistake and my mistake only.

I deserve to feel terrible. I slog forward nonetheless.

But as I look at my calendar, I see that Thanksgiving is not too far away. A couple weeks.

If you've been with us a while, you'll remember that I swore off turkey,the traditional staple of Thanksgiving, a few years ago. I just don't care for it at all. Never have, really.

My preference is to partake in the flesh of ruminants—beef and lamb primarily—and pie.

Anymore, the only place I buy my pies from is Papa C Pies out of Tennessee. I mail order them. They are that good.

We had Papa C proprietor Chad Collier on the podcast a while ago to talk pie and sports.

Now, I'll source my beef from whoever sells it, but when it's something special like Thanksgiving, I turn to Southside Market & Barbecue out of Texas. That's right, mail order authentic, pit-mastered Texas barbecue delivered to my front door.

It's a feast. And the leftovers—brisket sandwiches, for instance—are way better than any mish-mash of a turkey sandwich or pot pie could ever dream of being.

Perhaps I'm un-American for not liking turkey on Thanksgiving. Judge me how you wish.

But if you want to know what great barbecue is like, we have some links for you at:

As always,

Brian