This was my first Thanksgiving that was not either hunting or spending the day getting Turkey dinner ready with my mom and sis. I kinda missed hearing Squanto, but I ended up dancing around my kitchen. Twirl to the table, measure, pour, cut in. That looks right. Skip to the sink, peel, chop, strain. Back to the table, sprinkle, roll, fold. Off to the stove, boil, stir, try to level it up. Back to the table, shape the crust, fill the shell. Waltz to the oven, on, in, timer. Oh my its past milking time! Hurry up oven, ah the aroma. Out, off and scurry to the barn. Hurry my way thru my chores. Sorry dears no time to brush you today. Back to the house, roll, fold, pie plate, oven back on, mince is on the porch freezer, fill, roll, crust, repeat steps 2-9. Pop into the oven, timer, jump in the tub for a quick shower. How relaxing... what's that smell? Oh the pies dripped in the bottom of the oven. Put a towel on the truck seat, back inside *cough* beep *cough* beep beep oh my every smoke detector is going off! The pies look really nice though. Mom - bring me a saucepan when you come. Its almost 5? Good thing I made the Jello yesterday. Load 'em up, move 'em out.vroom urch. Here we are hugs all around turkey and all the fixings but best of all family and friends gathered together ina spirit of thanksgiving. I have truly been blessed.