It's Thanksgiving Eve and I'm cooking up a storm. Just finished the Rutabagas. Bill likes them mashed with brown sugar, milk, and butter. Bill has to cut them up, my hands won't take it.
If you know what a rutabaga looks like, you wonder who EVER thought of cooking and eating these things. They are like wooden bowling balls.
Two pumpkin pies are cooling on the counter, Bill likes one for tonight and one for tomorrow. I actually am not fond of pie crusts, just the filling.
I like Thanksgiving, just wish we had a larger family.
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