It's eleven am here in the not-quite-frozen north of California and the nutbars are cooked, the pies are in the oven, my cheese ball is about a quarter consumed, I've washed two batches of dishes and I'm stirring the stuffing while Mom prepares the 25 pound turkey for the oven and Uncle Bruce plays his banjo. Here's to family and not burning the food.
Enjoy your tryptophan comas everyone!
1 comment:
sounds like a enough food to explode.
hope it was a Happy Thanksgiving!
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