When you stop to think about it, opposite extremes dictate much of our lives. At home and out and about, we’re forever searching for the perfect middle between hot and cold (cue the knock-down, drag-out family thermostat wars), quiet and noise (those of you with large families will feel me on this), and even busy and laid-back.
Looking back fondly at Thanksgiving time, you all can probably agree that in between two polar extremes, there is usually a thinly-drawn line of perfection. The middle ground between hungry and satisfied is often so microscopic that we dash across it fist over fork and faceplant firmly on the gluttony side before we even realize what’s happened.