If you’re anything like me, you find Thanksgiving a little exhausting. Don’t get me wrong—I enjoy the meal and the camaraderie as much as everyone else. It’s the endless prep followed by the apocalyptic cleanup that gets to me.
Weeks of meal planning, solid days of cooking, mountains of dirty dishes—this level of hassle suggests—nay, requires!—a post-meal libation. Something strong enough to defray the toll…