I completely forgot about Thanksgiving this year. Fortunately, where food is concerned, I have some kind of “inner guidance system”. I awoke on Thanksgiving morning with a craving for stuffing. The craving was so strong that I started making up a batch while cooking our breakfast, stuffed a whole chicken, that I just happened to have picked up at the market the day before, and popped it in a slow oven to roast. It wasn’t until much later in the day that I received a “Happy Turkey Day” message from my brother and realized that the cravings were coming through from my Canadian genetic coding!
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