Well, there might be a little room for a close second, but, seriously. My mom makes the best stuffing in the world. So much butter. So much bread. So much butter and bread condensed into a single mouthful. Even one spoonful, I'm sure, has the density of a black hole if you could compare calories to atoms. In fact, Stephen Hawkings warns us against attempting to put too much stuffing in our mouths at a single time or we'll will warp the space/calorie continuum. But when it comes to my mom's stuffing, I live on the edge. And that edge is my belt. But I figure that's why they made belts with more than one hole. Am I right?
And just a little tip for all you folks out there who still need to remove the crust from sandwiches: I have been saving every crust from every PB and J that I made Nora this year in a bag in my freezer, and that's what we used today. Yes, it has taken up some room in the freezer that I could have used for Totino's pizzas, but it was worth it to see something I would have just thrown away being used today. It really is true: one step at a time, one crust at a time, one bite at a time, and you'll get there.
In this sense, I'm thankful for the abundance of very little because very little eventually makes a whole lot of stuffing. And that's a blessing indeed.