Our Thanksgiving feast was a relatively straightforward affair: as much as possible, a celebration of the local harvest, using ingredients obtained in the neighborhood. Almost everything we ate came from Findlay Market, with a few staples from the Vine St. Kroger. To those who wonder where to buy groceries in the basin, I have to ask: what planet do you live on? Because my planet is called WalkdownthestreettogetwhatIneed, and life on my planet is good. And tasty.