He'll kill me when he finds out I took his photo. Thanksgiving so far has been an annual "game day" where we go get Sam and try to spend the day playing games, online or not, and we always start too late and don't get enough game playing done before we're all yawning and have to take Sam home.One of the reasons we don't have enough time to get games played is because we tend to show up at Rebecca and Jeff's because she always makes the best food and she keeps inviting us. This year Katherine helped by frying a turkey (which unfortunately James couldn't eat because it was fried in peanut oil) but it was really really good. Rebecca made corn pudding, a Mexican dessert, which I'd never had before and it was also really good. I told R that I want to learn how to make it so she lent me the cookbook, which surprises me. She likes to print out her own versions of recipes that always seem to be missing some detail or another to discourage you from believing you can make food as well as she can. A smart strategy in a way, unless of course she ever gets tired of people leeching her grub.
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