Thanksgiving Day

Avoid the stress, the mess, the "I don't know what happened, I followed the recipe!" dilemma and the cleanup, but still get your turkey fix at these Baltimore restaurants open on Thanksgiving Day. Alizee We're curious to find out what the chefs have in store for their buffet, served 3 p.m.-7 p.m. Usual fare is a mix of contemporary Asian and French cuisine, so the possibilities have our heads spinning. If you go: : Alizee is at 4 W. University Parkway. Call 410-235-8200.

In Wednesday's food section an incorrect price was given for the Thanksgiving dinner specials at the Middleborough Inn. The correct price is $12.95.The Sun regrets the error.In a recent A La Carte story, incorrect operating hours were listed for Brightons. The restaurant will be open Thanksgiving Day noon to 8 p.m.+ The Sun regrets the errors.If you barely have enough time for everyday cooking, how will you find time to cook a Thanksgiving feast for family and friends?A few years ago, alternatives to cooking -- dining out -- were limited to the kind of chain restaurant that never closes and serves only warmed-over foods.

On a day that is supposed to bring families together, this dish has a tendency to push them apart. I am talking about cranberries, those tart little berries that everyone feels obligated to serve in some form on Thanksgiving Day. I have nothing against cranberries. I like them, as long as they're fixed the "right way." That means with fresh horseradish, grated ginger, minced garlic and a can of cranberry jelly. This produces a chutney that has zest, fruit and presence.

What's a little fog and drizzle to football players who sometimes play in snow, sleet and driving rain? When you've been playing the same pickup game on Thanksgiving Day for 40 years, you're not about to let a mere case of nasty weather ruin an honored tradition. Most of the mud-spattered players, middle-aged and beyond, who were assembled Thursday on a sodden field in northwest Baltimore County graduated from Pikesville Senior High School around 1970 (before it dropped the "Senior")

The decision by Giant Food stores to be open for business on Thanksgiving Day is further addition to the sense of tedium and monotony that pervades these times. All days are the same now. Is there a need for a calendar at all? Monday could be Saturday, Friday is nothing less than Wednesday. Holidays are arranged ++ for the convenience of sales, not for celebration.A dateline in this newspaper is useful only for informing that this is the day for garbage collection.The days of the week have become worth only the value of seven now. Once they were implicit divisors in our social nature.

It's too late. You should have left already.Travel this Thanksgiving holiday weekend will be the heaviest in at least seven years, according to the American Automobile Association, as 29 million Americans venture 100 miles or more to eat their turkey and dressing.For many travelers, that means airport gridlock, standing-room-only trains and buses and lines at toll booths and bathroom stops at overcrowded interstate waysides.At least 120,000 cars -- 30,000 more than on a typical day -- were expected to pass through the Fort McHenry toll plaza on Interstate 95 between last night and tonight.

Evening Sun readers, both the young and the young at heart, recall their Thanksgiving memories and reflect on the holiday's meaning.It was like every other Thanksgiving. All we ever do is eat turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing and cranberry sauce. We watch parades and football games, and say a lot of prayers. And we hardly ever have relatives over either . . ."Well, you're finally awake. I was about to give up on you. Here, wanna help with the dessert?""Sure Mom, but let me eat breakfast first.

SEVILLE, Spain - Here, the orange trees are the only things changing color as autumn takes its hold. The palmeras and the jasmine vines that climb the wall outside my apartment - and fill the patio below with an inimitable scent - are alive and will flourish well into winter. The cypress trees in the gorgeous royal gardens of Alcázar, silent witnesses to endearing displays of Spanish affection, have been that same dusty green for dozens, if not hundreds, of years and won't start changing now. But it's not the fall colors I miss while I'm spending this semester in Spain, even though not a thing could compare with seeing the Blue Ridge Mountains ablaze with autumn.

Right from the start, I knew we would have problems in our relationship. We were too much alike, he and I. Type A. Achievers. The kind who love lists and checking things off. The kind who love control. And yet, as the new year rolled in with all its resolutions and promises of change, I made a commitment to him. I downloaded the app to my phone and linked myself for the foreseeable future to MyFitnessPal. He made promises, and I did, too. But could we keep them? After all, we both wanted the same thing: We were determined to get rid of the eight pounds that had crept onto my frame in the last year.