A Thanksgiving Fiasco Has Me Feeling More Grateful Than Ever
This is how memories are made
Everything was on schedule. Anything that could be prepped before family arriving was done. The 26-pound bird was going in the oven at 12:30 pm. The nephews would soon after peel the apples and potatoes. I’d bake the pie in the countertop oven around 1 pm, and the mashed potatoes would be kept on warm in the slow…