I’ve been saying for years to my mother that she has lost the magic touch to the art of Thanksgiving dinner. She shouldn’t be ashamed, no many people are as blessed as I am in the culinary craft. My little sausage fingers work magic on the day people expect the moist flavor of a bird, or the smoothness of the gravy. Not to worry next year mom, I’ll take care of you. Dad should not be without the bliss you feel after being completely stuffed. Oh gotta go, The Food Network is calling here... What the hell does Rachel want now??
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