i love thanksgiving.
ever since i was a little girl, i would wake up early to watch the
macy's thanksgiving day parade on tv.
it was pure magic to me. the skyscrapers, the rockettes, the history of it all...
i always begged my siblings or parents to watch it with me, but they were either
a) sleeping in or b) cooking like crazy
so...this became a tradition. with myself.
(i haven't missed a year...with myself.)
i cry during the holiday commercials, whether its folgers coffee, bows on refrigerators,
family members hugging...weird i know, but this day i turn to mush.
needless to say, thanksgiving is wonderful.
(i am refraining from talking about the food because...that's just obvious)
(like i said...obvious)
he was there for a good twenty minutes.
my mama's homemade rolls...out of this world.
i was in charge of the salad this year.
candied pine nuts and almonds, bacon, raspberries & pear, white balsamic dressing...it was good.
if i do say so myself.
ralph feels the same about thanksgiving.
(but switch the parade with football...)
my dad's pies are famous.
i once asked for my birthday... instead of a cake, a pan of his pie crust.
if that gives you a better idea.
i don't think i can wait a whole year for it to come back!