tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832939593215466611.post953558708195356862..comments2023-08-22T09:12:50.590-07:00Comments on Italian Babushka: Thanksgiving then and nowSandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928778874657387483noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832939593215466611.post-88453134359385725922009-11-28T11:10:36.105-08:002009-11-28T11:10:36.105-08:00sounds like you guys had a great time as usual. as...sounds like you guys had a great time as usual. as for all that food? whew! i am a novice next to your traditional family of turkey day revelers. <br /><br />;-)namastehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02170605437186135506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832939593215466611.post-67897749272502459222009-11-28T08:23:01.181-08:002009-11-28T08:23:01.181-08:00What a beautiful and wonderful family you have. T...What a beautiful and wonderful family you have. The memories you are making are "priceless!"Desert Divahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03484289454022517401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832939593215466611.post-975952845928013242009-11-27T20:06:43.255-08:002009-11-27T20:06:43.255-08:00I know what you mean. Somehow the traditions of o...I know what you mean. Somehow the traditions of our lives usually center around food and families. When it comes to holidays, this is as it should be. We did a similar thing, ate early, waited a bit, cleaned up, did the desserts and coffee, played games, then nibbled on turkey sandwiches, and the rest, cleaned up again, and sat and talked for hours on end. Somewhere in there we did the wishbone, usually somebody's kids. I miss doing all of that with my mom and dad, and various other relatives, somehow its just not quite the same without them.Mellodeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07515414035373189099noreply@blogger.com