It's That Time of Year Again

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for wriggling my way into the attic to find the middle leaf for the dining room table and bring down the games for Thanksgiving.



Our feast will be on Tuesday since Hubby and I are both working the holiday. The grrrrls will be home making the rounds with the grandmothers. Stop back for a comparative study of stuffings and cranberry sauces.

I started cooking this afternoon. Sorry to say my dressing isn't up to its usual snuff. Used some fancy-schmancy sausage instead of the tried and true Jimmy Dean Bulk Pork Sausage. Let that be a lesson to anyone getting a little cocky and wanting to be innovative. Resist the urge. Save it for the leftovers.

Very thankful for my new BFF, Hulu.com. Got to catch up on past episodes of The Good Wife. Made all the chopping go quite pleasantly, although now that I think about it, perhaps the problem with my dressing. Damn that vixen, Julianna.



I have many things to be thankful for this year, the friendships and camaraderie I've found here among them. Thanks for reading and especially for your comments.

Hope your day of thanks is spent with those you love and food you love. Not necessarily in that order.

Comments

  1. NanceNovember 23, 2009 at 7:38 PM

    Ditto to you. Have a great Thanksgiving. (Stop by sometime. Miss you.)

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  2. RoseNovember 23, 2009 at 8:14 PM

    Happy Thanksgiving to you too! Glad you're popping up now and then; always good to read what you write/post.

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  3. Pam @ FripperyNovember 23, 2009 at 8:49 PM

    Happy Thanksgiving. I love that you call it dressing not stuffing. I was beginning to think my whole family was from Mars. (Or Cincinnati)

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  4. RudeeNovember 23, 2009 at 10:09 PM

    I bought the Bob Evans bulk sausage. I do every year, unless I'm in the mood to buy plain ground pork and make it my mother's way. I'm not channeling her this year.

    You have a blessed Thanksgiving my dear. Don't work too hard!

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  5. SilliyakNovember 24, 2009 at 7:47 AM

    Thanks for not TOTALLY pulling the plug!

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  6. dsNovember 24, 2009 at 8:11 PM

    Very thankful you are still around (nice new header!). Hope you enjoyed your celebration, and that you will not have to work too hard!

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  7. NanceNovember 27, 2009 at 8:41 AM

    HOLY CRAP!! Is that the Barbie board game? Do you have it? My sister and I used to own that game and played it for HOURS. I recognized it immediately! Sigh...such fun.

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