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It was said on the radio yesterday that when stories are told about past Thanksgivings you don't hear about the times everything was perfect--you hear about the problems that occurred (funny but if is also said that the best ceramic pieces are the ones first thought to be failures!). So my tale from our day yesterday: after MUCH careful planning, and days of advance work, the turkey was late to the party. We had carefully calculated how long it needed to cook and when we wanted to get in out of the oven to allow time for a rest before carving. However, at the appointed time the turkey was still blond and the thermometer showed a very undone turkey! Upon investigation we found that the breaker had broken the electricity flow to the roaster oven--no telling how long ago! So out of the roaster oven and into the wall oven which had been designated to be the site for reheating vegetables prepared earlier and cooking rolls. In the end, the turkey was a glorious mahogany brown, done and juicy to boot.

Sara's pecan pie might have been my favorite of all that was served! Reed told me (confirmed by his parents) that HE shelled the pecans for the pie, pecans from Leslie's yard. What could be more in keeping with the spirit of the day?

I was up early this "morning after" to run Ben and Callie to airport for their trip to the Virgin Islands with Callie's parents! Our first little cool front blew in yesterday afternoon and there they go off to the islands!