Thanksgiving at Mom and Dad's house.
It's always a happy place to see upon arrival.
Everything meticulously placed, and decorated.
Beverages chilled and served.
Hello, again.
Grandmother Dow's bread recipe.
...oh geez, I'll NEVER be able to make these!
Brussel sprouts, upon request from our Canadian.
At the table...
and NO...we did not eat all of that butter.
With full tummies, it's time for a Turkey Day Nap.
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