It is almost Thanksgiving, that glorious revisionist history-based American holiday all about eating.
Thanksgiving is predictable in a lot of ways. It comes around on the third Thursday of every November. There will be turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberries, sweet potatoes with marshmallows (if you are into that), and gravy. And if your family has a whiner like we do (his name is my Dad), you will get someone telling you that the gravy needs to be heated up.
Some people just feel strongly about the temperature of their gravy. It has to be hot. Really hot. And that's usually not a problem when you serve, but once second helpings come around and the gravy on the table is half congealed, things get tricky. In my house this ends with a stalemate: Will I or won't I go heat up more gravy for my Dad (I won't). So in the great tradition of peacemaking and Thanksgiving, I give you the heated gravy boat.
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