Columnist Judith Marks-White writes of being the perfect Thanksgiving guest: "My friends know me well. They accept me. They understand I have assets that extend beyond meaningful relationships with ingredients. In fact, they suggest I stay away from ingredients altogether, involving myself in less perilous pursuits ... This year I did Thanksgiving with family and friends ... at their house. I was a guest extraordinaire. When the bird arrived at the table, looking perfectly bronzed and beautifully sequestered among a mélange of vegetables, potatoes, and parsley, I extolled its virtues, and emitted the appropriate oohs and ahs."