My most favorite day of the year.
Even if my oven was broken and my turkey took too long to cook and my pies were underdone.
Even if my house was full of 30 hungry guests.
That I failed to picture.
Even if I ate too much and immediately switched to stretchy pants.
Still my favorite.
Because even if it's not perfect, it is a day of pleasant preparations, splendid sights, alluring aromas, delectable dishes, and compelling conversation. It's a day focused on food and family and friends. It's a day of gratitude and giving and it's my favorite.
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