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Smells like pumpkin pie.

My parents are here.

The turkey is defrosting, although I fear it may not be totally thawed by morning. (This happens to me every year...)

My Mom and S. are scrapbooking on the kitchen table together.

The dog is curled up at my feet.

I can't wait to get up in the morning and start the stuffing... love the smell of sausage and onion and celery saute-ing on the stove top.

I always think of my Grandma on Thanksgiving, how they always seemed to get up at the crack of dawn to get the bird in the oven, and how it would always smell like turkey when we came downstairs for breakfast... good memories.

We started the pinochle tournament last night. So far it's women - 2 games, men - 1 game. This is another long standing tradition, as my parents played with my grandparents every night that we visited them. For years and years I would sit next to my Grandma before I went to bed and learn the game from her. I still remember her wrinkly hands holding the cards...

I'm a sucker for tradition.

And family.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends.
Smooch you all.

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  1. Anonymous4:27 PM

    I'm a sucker for tradition, too, Cathy. Enjoy your celebration.
    gobble.gobble.

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  2. Hey Cathy -
    Happy Thanksgiving!!!
    My favourite holiday and I miss it. We used to celebrate it every year - today we are having a mixed (us/canada) couple over for dinner and we will have a roasted chicken with all the trimmings (?).... ah it's just not the same.... except my chicken is not thawed out either,why can't I ever get that timed right??? One year my sister and I had to blow dry the turkey - we had a huge party with a huge turkey and it was stone cold....it is my favourite holiday memory - her and I freaking out with a blow dryer and a turkey....
    enjoy your traditions and your family.
    Thanks for the books! I am perusing the cookbook for something fun for our "celebration" tonight.
    salut

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  3. Happy Thanksgiving a little late but better late than never :)

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