A warm Thanksgiving….the Franklin stove was crankin all day and the result was a warm house, while the snow blew outside. My sister and family are all joining Steve for a 38-person feast in the hills outside of Hopewell, NJ. That’s too many people around a turkey for me…
We only had a group of six. As the effects of the triptophane sunk in, we watched tv and held the baby, who at dinner wore a tiny oxford dress shirt and corduroys. Tiny ones. We hadn’t done anything all day except for Kate who had cooked so much food, so it was a day to just relax. rare. nice.
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