There's mayo on my keyboard

But the potato salad’s done, also the fruit salad and the ham-cream cheese dip.

Hubby’s stepkids are coming and I’m ready for 'em.

We’re also having locally smoked baked ham with pineapple-raisin sauce, prime rib (with au jus, of course), sweet & sour carrots, deviled eggs, smokies in BBQ sauce, raisin cream pie and caramel apple pie. The usual olives, pickles, etc. too.

Could not bring myself to rise at 8 and stick my hands into a cold bird, then fret over stuffing, potatoes, gravy, etc.

I’m just waiting for the first one who says “where’s the pumpkin pie” or “are there onions in this?”

Can I just eat, and then spend the day with you guys?

Oh, is this that ‘Thanksgiving’ malarkey you foreigners get up to? Save me some dark meat.

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Gotta love those Li’l Smokies! Best to put rum in the sauce. Yummy

“Teaching without words and work without doing are understood by very few.”
-Tao Te Ching

This is probably not the place but can you guys share some recipes for the Lil Smokies in barbeque sauce with me. (By e-mail will be fine.) I know, get the sausages, put them in sauce, heat. But some people have different variations and I am looking for one to match a recipe I tried several years ago which was just amazing. Thanks in advance.

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If you are born again, do you have two belly buttons?

My hubby made two beautiful apple pies last night. I made the crust in the food processor (it takes literally 5 minutes; food processors are great), and he did everything else. He’s going to make a pumpkin pie when he gets home tonight, from our Halloween pumpkin, and maybe a pecan pie too. I’m making the stuffing tonight, too, and probably the cranberry relish.

Mmmmmm. I love Thanksgiving.

There’s mayo on my keyboard
There’s joy in my heart
Hubby’s stepkids are coming
And dinner will be art

To hell with a turkey
mashed potatoes too
we’re having ham with sweet sauce
and prime rib au jus

I hope no one wants to know
why I gave the pumpkin pie the ax
I’m tired of recycled jack-o-lanterns
that taste just like wax

If complaints about onions
leave me in a huff
I’ll finish up mightly quick
And join you in mundane pointless stuff