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Yesterday my father-in-law and I had a bit of a debate about the difference between sweet potatoes and yams, so I thought I’d do a little research. I always thought that sweet potatoes were white-fleshed things that looked pretty much like normal potatoes, while yams were the orangey things in the supermarket that I actually use when I tell people I’ve made “mashed sweet potatoes”…but it turns out that I’m wrong.

Sweet potatoes are the lovely creatures pictured above on the left. Originating in South America, they come in dozens of varieties, but it’s only us North Americans who consume the orange ones. These are usually labeled “yams” in supermarkets, but apparently supermarkets can be wrong. There’s also a paler-skinned, more crumbly variety, which is what supermarkets commonly call “sweet potatoes.”

True yams have white flesh, are relatively flavorless, and are not even distantly related to sweet potatoes. They’re pretty hard to find in the U.S., and where they are popular (Central and South America, the West Indies, and parts of Asia and Africa) they’re generally used as a blandish backdrop for more flavorful ingredients. Yams can grow up to seven feet in length, and have brown or black, tree-bark-like skin.

Sources: Homecooking.about.com; Bonappetit.com

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My mother-in-law, Lynn, served stuffed celery sticks as an afternoon snack intended to keep us from picking at the stuffing while not leaving us too full for dinner.

Lynn just slathered cream cheese on some celery sticks, and it was very delicious (I sprinkled a little salt on top, ‘cause I think salt makes everything better), but there are lots of variations on this retro recipe. If you want to experiment a little, try substituting one of the following for plain cream cheese:

- Mix 1/2 cream cheese and 1/2 blue cheese

- Mix some chopped olives, pecans and onion into cream cheese; add enough mayo to hold the mix together; chill

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TIP OF THE DAY: USE ALKA-SELTZER TO CLEAN YOUR ROASTING PANS

OK, so my roasting pans are not nearly as sparkly as the one pictured above…but I wish they were! My mother-in-law gave me a great tip for getting all the charred stuff off your pans: just fill with water, add three or four packages of Alka-Seltzer, and let sit for an hour or so.

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When you visit your in-laws for Thanksgiving, photos like this get taken. Not that I mind :)

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In Kendrick’s parents’ backyard. I LOVE rope swings (Kendrick’s dad, Tom, made that one).

If you’re lucky enough to have a backyard with a spot for a swing, go here to learn how to make one.

DKNY Pure sweater, ABS Carrie jeans, Gap hat, Urban Outfitters earrings.

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Me with some fire trucks, aboard AirTran Flight 206.

I was very impressed with AirTran’s response to the ordeal - they gave each passenger a complimentary round-trip ticket, plied us with coffee and donuts, and had us in the air (that’s where I am now) within two hours.

I know I’m sounding very blase about this whole thing, but the truth is that I was absolutely terrified. When we were skidding across the tarmac the plane was dead silent, everyone just gripping the armrests and staring straight ahead, bracing for an impact or a crash landing into the water. So, being Thanksgiving and all…let’s just say that I feel like I have a lot to be thankful for at the moment. It’s good to be reminded sometimes of how quickly things can turn on you…and how important it is to appreciate what you have right now.

Happy Thanksgiving to my Mom and Dad, Lucy, and all my friends and family (and especially my Aunt Trudy and cousin Zach, who are visiting NYC this weekend from Canada and who I’m very sad to be missing). Eat well, enjoy that tryptophan buzz, and I’ll see you all soon!

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See those lights? That would be about seventy thousand fire trucks and police cars outside my airplane window, all of which showed up shortly following an explosion towards the back of the plane that happened seconds before takeoff and caused the pilot to slam on the brakes, sending the plane kind of skidding across the runway (I’m not faulting the pilot here; I am absolutely thrilled that braking occurred rather than flying).

Apparently we made the news. Here’s someone’s video of our little adventure.

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This is us in the airport, happy and optimistic about our flight taking off on time.

Me: “Ooh! Mirror. Stop, let’s take a picture!”

Kendrick: “No.”

Me: “Come on, it’ll be fun.”