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trying to figure out the logistics.
The turkey alone would need to go in the oven at 6:00 a.m. to be ready by 2:00 p.m., but I’d need the oven space for other dishes.
The math didn’t work. The timing was impossible.
I found myself staring at the guest list, really looking at it for the first time. Thirty-two people, but my name wasn’t on it.
I was cooking continue reading …
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