My mom was out of town visiting her parents this week, and my sister is still in Boston for Grad school, so we had Thanksgiving at Richard’s mom, and aunt Carol’s houses. My dad who is in town was given an open invitation to participate, but instead declined the social invitation to stay home and lounge around the house in several different pieces of flannel, watching TV with his four dogs…

Despite not having Thanksgiving dinner at my place, and because I like to cook, I volunteered to contribute homemade cranberry sauce, and freshly baked honey-white rolls. After making one batch of 24 rolls, and eating about four… I looked at the measly allotment and shreiked, “OH No! I need to make more!” And then proceeded to make 24 more rolls, and then two hours later eat another two… Luckily, enough rolls made it to dinner, and no one seemed to notice the 6 rolls that were missing…