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Happy Thanksgiving

This is a first - I'm cooking the Thanksgiving Meal, and I'm going to give you updates throughout the day. 

7:35 a.m. -- Up, coffee brewed. Turkey breast seasoned, and back in the refrigerator. Scan the paper. 

8:30 a.m. -- Head to Central Park with Traci. An hour of cardio. We could hear the bands from the parade, and we went to see how close we could get. 

 

9:45 a.m. -- We walk right up to the parade route. No waiting. No crowds. Unbelievable.  There's Buzz Lightyear, a Smurf, Jessica Simpson, Joan Rivers as the Snow Queen, and then there was Santa. Completely unplanned and fun.

 

11:09 a.m. -- Breakfast at Peels. I love this place. 

12:30 p.m. -- Pumpkin pie in the oven. 

12:45 p.m. -- Applie pie in the oven.

1:15 p.m. -- Shower.

1:30 p.m. -- Something is wrong with the Pumpkin pie. It's not cooking. I followed recipe. I've made this pie a dozen times. What's happening? Apple pie looks good. 

1:45 p.m. -- Traci starts trying to boss me around. I told her I like it when she takes a nap. That's what she's doing now. Heading into the kitchen to put the turkey in and see what in the hell can be done with this Pumpkin pie. Straws?

2 p.m. -- Brenda arrives. 

2:15 p.m. -- Pies out. Hope Pumpkin tastes better than it looks. Turkey in.

2:30 p.m. -- start prep for dressing. I think I'm behind.

3:35 p.m. -- I'm gonna sit down for a minute. Dressing in the oven. Potatoes on a slow boil. Turkey should be done any minute. 

3:51 p.m. -- I need a drink. Champagne opened. First Thanksgiving toast. 

4:30 p.m. -- Traci and Brenda posed for photos. That's it. All day. Alex arrived.

5 p.m. -- It's ready. Let's eat. Dig in. 

5:30 p.m. Comments:

"G......, these are good mashed potatoes." -- Brenda.

"This is just as good as my mamma's." -- Traci.

And Alex went back for seconds.

Brenda's out.

We're going for a walk, and then come back for dessert.

7:30 p.m. -- The walk was good. Nice and quiet in the West Village. The smell of firewood was in the air. Back to 210 for dessert and coffee. Yum. They liked the Apple. And despite what it looked like, the Pumpkin was good. Really good.  

They're going home with care packages. I get to keep the Pumpkin pie. And I'm happy. 

9:25 p.m. -- Brenda asked me to delete the expletive she used earlier. Done. But she said it. 

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