Holy Toledo, what a feast! Because of the Death Plague, yesterday was the first day I've eaten solid food. (Yes, my gastrointestinal habits are what you all come to hear about, I know.)
My favorite has always been my mom's rolls. They're so good they caused a family fight; one year her older sister said she could make "Patty's rolls just as good, if not better" for Thanksgiving. At the time, mom would make six dozen, which was never enough for the thirty-odd people. But when my aunt made four dozen of them, there were plenty left over. Somehow, she made them dry and crumbly, when they should be moist and flaky and delious. She hasn't spoken to my mom a whole lot since then.
Since I'm feeling better, and old friends are in town, it's the perfect
Enjoy your turkey comas and parties! And, as always, party safely. :)
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