Not a day goes by that I don't miss my parents in one way or another. But this time of year, I really miss my Mom. She put on a Thanksgiving spread that no fancy restaurant could ever compete with. But one of the things that set her dinner apart from every other I've experienced was her Giblet Gravy. Yes, it deserves capitalization. The funny thing is, the giblets themselves had to be painstakingly removed from said gravy for obvious reasons (what the hell is a giblet...nope, don't want to know), and then hidden under residual mashed potatoes or half a dinner roll. But the gravy was sooo good that even though it had been previously contaminated by inedible turkey parts, it made everything it touched delicious. By the way, that's Jive Turkey over there. I didn't invite him, but some people always show up whether you want them to or not.