ADVERTISEMENT
wandered into the kitchen, still in his pajamas, coffee mug in hand.
“Wow, you’re really going all out this year,” he said, surveying the chaos. “Smells good already.”
I was elbow-deep in turkey stuffing, my hands coated with a mixture of breadcrumbs, celery, and raw egg.
“Can you help me get this into the bird? I can’t manage it alone.”
He glanced at continue reading …
ADVERTISEMENT