As of last night, all my peas were back in their pod. My oldest son, Josh, got home from Midd College to make the stuffing (compliments to the Southern Son, also known as his roommate, Nick) and my other son, Greg, (soon to be a college boy – hard to believe) will be on appetizer-football guacamole duty. Husband is on turkey and my birthday pies, and I’ve got the soup, brisket, and the rest of the fixings. Too much on the menu? Maybe, but it’s Thanksgiving. So much to be thankful for. Most of all, having all my peas right where they belong. Happy Thanksgiving to all.
