I try to stay out of comment swamps, but the feedback on the Egopedist’s unclichéing of roast chicken included (at least temporarily) some snarky but dead-on takes. As in jumping the shark. And how it’s deja turkey all over again. But two other things struck me. The first was how a Facebook update from a real friend in France was dissing the feature a full day before a print version landed on our doormat. Wasn’t the editor boasting that the magazine would “own Sunday,” while the news magazines were still dribbling out on Friday? But the bigger one is how obvious it is that the well is beyond dry; anything dredged up at this point is just going to seem like DI/DO recycled. Or Men’s Health. Or . . . Maybe you can cook everything.