Lord, I think I'm still oozing stuffing and pie out of my ears, but such is the price to pay for celebrating the pilgrims' way. Anyhoo, this week I turn my swollen liver to Magic Hat's Howl. While I tend to despise the Vermont brewery's fruity No. 9, this winter seasonal was a sure-fired knockout: smooth and easy-drinking, with a dark roastiness for the depths of December. Thirsty? Why, drink it up!