Sarah Silverman, of Saint John of Las Vegas and The Sarah Silverman Program, on the T-Day that changed her life:
"When I was 9 or 10 years old, my dad took me over to a neighboring farm to help get stuff for the meal. The farmer, Vic, told me to look at all the turkeys and pick one out. I saw a cute one with a silly walk and cried, 'Him!' Before my pointing finger had even dropped to my side, Vic had grabbed the turkey by the neck and slit its throat. Blood and feathers went flying. I had sentenced that turkey to death! Up until then, I didn't know where meat came from—and I've been a vegetarian ever since."
Julie Powell, author of Julie & Julia and the new memoir Cleaving, on humble beginnings:
"I hosted my first Thanksgiving in my tiny Brooklyn studio apartment, which I thought was sweet. Still, the half-size stove, 3/4-size refrigerator, and 2 square feet of counter space made preparing a simple Thanksgiving dinner for four tricky, even for an accomplished cook, which I most assuredly was not. We had turkey, my mother's cornbread dressing—the cornbread sat on top of a whistling furnace for days to dry out—and a chocolate pie my boyfriend liked. He made his famous mashed potatoes, and if there were green vegetables, I don't remember them. What I do remember is the (perhaps misplaced) pride I felt as I unfolded the card table and balanced (precariously) upon it my magnificent spread."