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Like previous Thanksgivings, I thought this year would be the year when I finally get to take it easy. Wake up around noon instead of in the morning and cook at a more leisurely rate. Have a drink or two between mashing up the potatoes and basting the turkey, and just like previous years I was wrong. Oh so terribly wrong. I did get to wake up around noon and that was because I failed to hear my alarm… 
Shhhh…be very quiet. If you don’t move or make a noise it might not sneak up on you. “Gobble-gobble” “Gobble-gobble” Ughhhh…it’s here isn’t it. Oh Thanksgiving, why must you sneak up on me like that. I thought I had weeks to prepare and figure out if I should cook a whole turkey or just the breast, if there should be soup, if anyone would like brussels sprouts, if I should buy new plates, what should I do about dessert, and it goes on. Like every love/hate relationship, the love seems to always edge out a bit more. |
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