After a couple of years of family-filled Thanksgivings, my parents and I found ourselves flying solo this year. Neither sibling has been home for my favorite holiday in several years, but usually we're with my Dad's family. It turned out no one was going to be around. So we ended up going to dinner with the family of one of my Dad's colleagues. It was nice, but just not the same. I convinced my mother that we should make our own meal. And by "we" of course I meant "her," because she makes the meal. I'm a lucky girl, because I love her turkey and love Thanksgiving leftovers. I hope you all have yummy leftovers too.
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