Last Sunday, over plates heaping with turkey and gravy, stuffing and, because it's August, Dungeness crab cakes, my family asked ourselves: why haven't we always celebrated Thanksgiving twice a year? Why have we been deterred by the impossibility of finding cranberries—fresh or frozen—during the summer months? I will be noshing on fried rice in Indonesia again in November, so we got innovative this year and created a turkey dinner befitting a Seattle summer afternoon. Because while it has now become clear that one Thanksgiving is not enough, zero is certainly unacceptable.
