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Monday, November 26, 2007

It is a delightfully cold night, freezing in fact. Though it's still technically fall, winter is here in earnest. The days are frightening me with their brevity.

Thanksgiving was lovely. I roasted my first turkey, trusty old Joy of Cooking at my side. I consulted with my husband the night before about which method would be best for us, and we opted for high-heat roasting. It was touch and go when the house filled with smoke, but the turkey was juicy and crispy when we were done. Just the way I like it.

Our second Thanksgiving was on Friday with our friends who've made it a tradition to have something at their home since so many profs and their families don't go home for the holiday. We were there for four hours. Four hours. I've scratched my head at this, and I'm not sure why. It felt like thirty minutes, but before I knew it we were saying our goodbyes.

Saturday my husband bagged a deer. I was so proud, but the less said about the deer, the better. Sunday he was back out beating the bushes for pheasants, and before we knew it, the long weekend was over and we were blinking at the morning light.

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