Tuesday, November 22, 2016

They Call it Comfort Food For a Reason

Tomorrow morning, I leave for Mayberry, where my mad pumpkin pie baking and cranberry-cooking skillz are required in the Thanksgiving dinner preparation marathon to be held in my mom's kitchen; I take the responsibility quite seriously.

Hugh and the Man-Cub will join me later in the evening; the Cub has basketball practice at 3:45 and Hugh needs to close the hardware store. I don't mind driving down by myself, and, I'm glad that they will be able to come together since I'm not a huge fan of the Cub driving over wintry mountain passes in the dark.

I wish QB would be joining us in Mayberry as well, but, she will be working on Thanksgiving. Insert sad face, here. Thankfully, she has been invited to eat dinner with her manager's family, so, at least I know she will be fed and will have some company. Still, it's hard to picture a holiday without her, and, while both of my sisters will be joining us in Mayberry, as well as one of my nephews and my niece; I'll still have a QB-shaped hole in my heart to be sure.

I guess I'll have to comfort myself with food; exactly how much turkey and stuffing do you suppose it takes to fill a hole in one's heart?

I'll have to let you know.

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