Gobble, gobble, what a wattle! Y’all a-cookin’ this Turkey Day, bois and gurlz? Anyone? Or instead, like a dear friend of mine from Preston Hollow always so piquantly points out every November, “Honey, please: I’m a looker, not a cooker!” Alas, whether you just look, cook, or do nothin’ by-the-book, I’m here to share — during this season of giving gracious thanks for everything we so normally take for granted — a few of my own personal merriments of appreciation from this past year’s cornucopia of plenty: For starters, I’m very grateful my 22-year-old nephew survived COVID this past summer — by a Hail-Mary/medically-induced coma he ultimately pulled through, somehow, no worse for the wear.