Yours truly, checking the grill late in the afternoon of (American) Thanksgiving Day. A single-breasted navy blazer completed the ensemble when we finally sat down to supper. O ur oven finally died in the midst of pie-baking late Wednesday afternoon this week, the day before Thanksgiving. For a few moments, as my wife dialed various appliance repair people at 3:30pm, it seemed like the traditional Thanksgiving meal would need to be postponed by a few days until a service man could squeeze us into his schedule. Then it occurred to me that we had enough charcoal from this summer left in the backyard shed next to. . . our Weber grill. Voila! Problem solved, and everything had a slightly charbroiled flavor yesterday evening, Thanksgiving Day, which was a delicious change of pace. It's not often you get to save the day like MacGyver (as played by Richard Dean Anderson long before he starred on the Battlestar Galactica reboo...