Can you believe Thanksgiving is next week?! I am so excited; this is quite possibly my favorite holiday. You just can’t go wrong when you devote an entire day to food. Oh, and to being grateful. I’m grateful I get to devote an entire day to food.

Yep, you read that right. My husband insists on having that canned, gelatinous, cranberry-like substance – you know, the one with the rings? One year, early on in our marriage, when I was still big into impressing my husband with my culinary prowess, I made cranberry sauce from scratch, with fresh cranberries. I churched it up and called it ‘cranberry compote.’ Well, I guess you just shouldn’t mess with tradition – it took me years to live that little faux pas down.


Stretchy pants. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.

Sorry.
That sounded creepy.

Form and function. It’s a two-fer.

Now how do I turn on that sarcasm font…

So it’s a self-proclaimed title, that doesn’t make it any less legit. Trust me on that one.

That Willow is such a tattletale.
Needless to say, that year we were extremely grateful that Wal-Mart was open on Thanksgiving so we could make a last-minute grocery run to cook up a new batch of dressing.

There I go again, messing with tradition. But I just can’t get it out of my head and I’m determined to figure out the recipe. The chef wouldn’t dish, can you believe that?


Happy Thanksgiving!
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I also really like traditional dishes.