I remember the first Thanksgiving that we lived in Colorado, which would have been 1968. My dad cooked the turkey on the charcoal grill rotisserie and he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. It was like we were living on a different planet than Wisconsin. It only got to about 30 degrees today and no sunshine.
I'm cooking a Turkey breast and the fixings & doing a little craft work while I watch football. I picked the winner of the dog show as soon as I saw the Whippet. I don't think Hops enjoyed the dog show.
Happy day of Thanksgiving to all my readers. 🦃
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