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November 23, 2006


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One Thanksgiving maybe 20 years ago, my mother made a pecan pie that turned into a soupy mess. Every year since then, my aunt Julie (her older sister) brings straws to Thanksgiving dinner and busts them out when we bring the desserts to the table. It just goes to show you that family never forgets your cooking snafus, and never misses an opportunity to rub them in your face.

Or, maybe that's just my family ...

I'm dying to make a turducken! I was thinking about it very seriously for next year. I'll do it but you have to come to my house for Thanksgiving. There's the deal...the gauntlet.
Luv ya, babe!

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