An early morning of dressing the bird for the oven. I am attempting, once again, to begin the actual cooking process at the proper o’clock in order to feed the extended family in a timely manner this afternoon. This is a yearly ritual that one could say, I haven’t exactly mastered (which is why I always make sure to have plenty of appetizers on hand). Aaah, but now that the deed is done, I’m headed back to bed for a mini-snooze, serenaded by today’s sleepy track and warmed by a grateful heart. Thanksgiving by George Winston from the album December, 1982.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!