Thanksgiving Day was great. I cooked my first turkey, which was an experience. First of all, the neck was inside of the body. Most people knew that. Disturbing. This should have been something I have done by now. We always went to our mother's homes, and that generation cooked for us, and we got away with bringing a devilled egg or something pitiful like that. This year, I pulled my butt off of the recliner around Tuesday, (my first of 3 days off), and made a list. I actually remembered the list at the grocery store, and started cooking Wednesday. This resulted in hot rolls that ended up looking like cookies, and a weird, dark pumpkin pie. But overall, the meal was lovely and I scored June Cleaver points with my family. (I love her). Then after dinner, I took a 3 hour nap. Heaven.
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