I am in a food coma of epic proportions. This afternoon, I went to the annual Thanksgiving luncheon of the American Women’s Club. And oh my, it was good. We had turkey, stuffing, mashed sweet potato, gravy and vegies. Cranberries too. And there was apple pie and something that I think was supposed to be a take off on pecan pie but that was really kind of a gooey mess of carmel goodness instead. And while the Swedish chefs really don’t get how to make stuffing, everything was so very good. Hence my current inability to work productively.
But I am oh so happy. Thanksgiving is home to me. I suppose it just shows you can take the girl out of the US, but you can’t take the American out of the girl.
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