For whatever reason, some genius decided that closing my school for an entire week at Thanksgiving is a good idea; it's not really. Couple the extended break with miserably cold/wet weather (with the threat of snow or at least freezing rain) and it seems even worse. I enjoyed some visits with friends. Attended a birthday party. Did some baking. Went to the library. One morning I was so bored that I vacuumed under the bed. And we finally made it to Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving morning started with the baking of a chocolate pecan pie. I suppose it turned out perfectly - like most everything I bake. Once the pie filling was ready/cooling, I was put to work peeling four pounds of sweet potatoes. Throughout the day, I helped with prepping, cooking, and cleaning . . . until I crawled into bed and slept for two hours. It is hard to be a chef.
I woke from my nap eager to host my dinner party.
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