Stuffed

I consumed so much Thanksgiving day fare yesterday that I’m still stuffed. Sated.

I’m a bit tired too. Cooked both a turkey and smoked a ham. And, if I do say so myself, both came out delish. So good that even though Im still pretty full and it’s only 7AM, Im already thinking about leftovers.

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2 thoughts on “Stuffed”

  1. Leaving my Father’s late last night with my teen nephew from Georgia. (My college daughter Kate is home for the Holiday and they wanted to play a game of chess at our house. She would run him back to Dad’s later … ) He’s seen snow up here over Christmas before, but they hadn’t been up here in NEOhio at Thanksgiving before now. Was so pleasant and warm yesterday during the day. Sunny.

    By evening (5:00) and people began popping outside for a smoke or to leave I could feel the temp dropping and “smelled” snow coming in the air.

    Anyhow, as we were leaving my nephew refused to head upstairs at my Dad’s for his coat for the ride to my house on the next street. I warned him it had gotten pretty cold out since he’d been out earlier.

    Everyone piled into the car and I was last one out of the house. He’s sitting in my backseat shivvering and in shock at the cold. I told him “I told ya so” and said I smelled snow. He laughed and said, “How do you ‘smell’ snow? What does snow smell like?”

    I said, “Smells like snow, dude!”

    Anyhow, my husband got up around 7:30 this a.m. and when he was crawling back into bed said there was snow on the ground outside. He passed me the phone and said, “Call Conor over at your Dad’s, wake is ass up and make him look outside.”

    I did. HEH!

  2. My wife made a phenomenal turkey; my mom made spectacular black beans; my sister made an apple pie from scratch that was superb; my sister-in-Law made a great green bean casserole; I made my world famous white rice. All around excellent.

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