Gobble Gobble

Well, it is Thanksgiving here in the United States. A day we gather with family, count our blessings, and eat way too much.

I found this old photo when I was unpacking. It was displayed at our house this time of year, in a Fall looking frame. I thought it had a Norman Rockwell feeling about it. Although now that I look closer, it must have been the Christmas turkey he was craving, since I notice the red candle and Holley.

Tom never helps much with the cooking. I remember one Thanksgiving asking him to baste the turkey. He pulled it out of the oven, and did a nice job with the baster. What I didn't notice is that he left the mitt, that he took off of his hand...in the oven with the turkey . It finally went up in flames, setting off the fire alarm. The turkey was salvaged...even though it tasted a bit "smoked".

If you celebrate this holiday, I hope that you are surrounded by loved ones, doesn't matter if they are family or friends. ....and remember to count the mitts before you close the oven door! Janey