For only the second time in my 45 year marriage, I am not cooking the Thanksgiving feast. My chef son wanted to make dinner at his house. That's a real surprise since he never cooks for himself if he can help it, not even breakfast. My part is the baked goods--two pies (pumpkin and pecan), Kentucky butter cake, and sweet potato dinner rolls.
Even better is that I don't have to clean the kitchen afterwards. For some reason the kitchen always looks as though there was a food fight and even though my husband does the dishes, I am left polishing and polishing the counters. Why did I ever get shiny black granite?
I hope everyone has a warm and wonderful day with family and friends.
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