One Thanksgiving, long ago and far away, I found myself in the kitchen. Yes. Tis true. Everything planned, prepared and under control.
Moving to a large two-story rental home meant plenty of room for the family for a holiday meal.
The FIRST major, traditional holiday meal prepared in our home. By mine own hands. Brilliant. No worries. No pressure!
The arrival of one Mother In Law, one Mother, one Father. No pressure. Five present and accounted for. Let the festivities begin.
Opening the oven to the lovely sensations of a delectable pan roasted turkey . Large, juicy, painstakingly basted, perfectly stuffed….and on fire.
Who knew our lovely creation was combustible?
Giving Thanks for Past, Present and Future. with a smile, a thankful heart… and Ham 🙂 . Shandra
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