I’m a California Jew. If one were to compare ethnicity in terms of
packaging, we’d be ‘plain wrap’. Both my folks were Jewish, but Mom was
an Atheist and Dad, well, he grew up in the little town of Chloride
Arizona and Grandpa Harry was the Sheriff. Once, when I was a kid, I
brought a stray cat into the house. Dad hated cats. The center of his
face turned purple with rage. “You git that ornery varmint outta
here!” Get the picture?
Then I met my salt of the earth, “Philly bro” husband who promised his father on his deathbed that he’d have his kids bar/bat mitzvah’d, what the fuck was I gonnna do?
It was the day after Christmas, we’d had too much sugar and a fair share of post-modern stress so, it was probably a bad idea to try to go “sale” shopping. 
Fall always symbolizes new beginnings; fresh school supplies, cozy scarves, and the celebration of the Jewish New Year.
Goose is so easy to make, I don't know why more people don't make it especially at Christmas, when it makes you feel so totally gentile. But, here's one caveat: a huge goose feeds a surprisingly small number of people. 
Crunchy. Flaky. Gooey. Sweet. Tart. Salty. Delicious. And, as if that weren’t enough to get you completely hooked, I must add one more thing. Super easy.