Any more thankful, and our bellies would all burst!
November 22, 2012 | Thanksgiving Day was a gorgeous one — skies: crystal clear; temps: mid-70°s; wind: none.
The only blot on the day was that poor Réal got trapped at work, so we had to begin eating without him. He finally arrived while we were back on the patio with our glasses of wine, waiting for the ingestion to settle enough that we could contemplate finishing what remained on our plates.
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