As promised, I woke up at the crack of dawn to gather my supplies for the grand feast of Giving Thanks. November 26th was a great start to a semi-vacation. Christmas music and dancin' in the kitchen all day long. I thought about where the recipes I was cooking came from, how many times they have been prepared, who would be eating them and who would not be eating at all. I even considered that perhaps our menu was too large, maybe, but I strode on and finished the last deviled egg. This is one of the very reasons I have to be thankful...I am not hungry...ever. At the end of the day (night), my back hurt, my feet were swollen and I was crippin' like an worn out woman. Tim asked me "Why do you have a chair in the kitchen?" Wrong question, buster. Now, I 'm all set for the big day! Can't hardly wait to eat or sleep!
Me taking a seat in kitchen to rest my poor
tired feet or peeling potatoes (which reminded me of stringing peas with Mamaw).
This is the making of love.
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Did the pecan company have to pay for this advertisement?
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