All the cyber-guffawing over Food & Wine’s baroque Thanksgiving menus happened to coincide with an offer I couldn’t refuse, so I just signed up for a year’s subscription at the cheaper-than-Conde Nast-monopoly price of $12. I had given up the magazine eons ago when I realized it was a sand trap at $36, automatically renewed on my Amex account, but I would pay a pittance without credit card indenture. So of course what arrives in the mail right after my check clears but an offer to “extend my subscription at the same money-saving NEW SUBSCRIBER RATE of $19.95.” Jeebus B. Child. That publisher could be selling subprime mortgages for all its transparency.