His call (or his wife is better said.)
Here's one for you to try sometime. Back when I was taking grad classes at UA I met a guy who was a fellow member of the Grand Slammers. His house was just down the street from Coach Bryant's old house. (The guy who owns that now writes for a Bama site covering baseball.) He turned me on to using Dreamland's BBQ sauce as an injection for Turkey. It's not your turkey and dressing/stuffing turkey...it's sandwich meat.
Another friend is stopping at a bakery for some fresh hoagie rolls...it's 9 in the morning and I have three ladies in the kitchen dicing onions, and Iceburg lettuce...Heather just brought in two big ass bags of onions rings. Dustin just pulled a case of beer out of his truck...don't think he's going into work today. It's funny, really. Three hours ago it was just me and Dennis going to cook a little this morning...now there's an additional eight people here. The guy that lives behind me just came out in his bath robe..."I'll be there in a minute, T." He's got four kids and a wife...thank god I'm not sharing food with his clan. It would be gone.
It's going to be gone anyway (sighing...)