I’m thankful for many things. Among them, I’m thankful my mind has settled on fixing a Thanksgiving feast.
The bright green Granny Smith apples are waiting to be sliced for a pie.
The dough will be rolled out on wax paper. The top hasn’t been decided. It will either be a French crumb or a fancy criss-cross.
Cornbread sausage stuffing is an old family favorite. This year I’m thinking of adding chopped pecans.
I have three little piles of potatoes: sweet, red, and golden.
The fresh turkey will be rubbed down with a sweet navel orange, and then seasoned before it goes in the oven.
The French green beans are clean and thin. The cranberry orange relish is already made.
I’m thinking of splurging on a store bought centerpiece: a cornucopia of flowers.
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