Yes, Virginia there really is a Thanksgiving somewhere, just not at my house.

It was scheduled to be normal, but as we all know, normal has its limits. It all began as normal, but somewhere along the way normal became obsolete. I’m not complaining, just stating facts.

The first inkling I got that made me think this wasn’t going to be a ‘normal’ Thanksgiving was — well, let’s say the person who was to bring the bread/rolls and pie called to cancel on Thanksgiving morning, stating she had a migraine headache. No problem. I had other pies in the freezer that could go in the oven immediately, when I take the sweet potatoes out of the oven.

But, then another phone call came. The person who was bringing the prime rib roast was going to probably be an hour later than previously planned. Ho-hum

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