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It’s that time of year again! Thanksgiving! The time when the toilets back up, the kitchen sink clogs and the gas pressure in the oven mysteriously drops. The time of exploding apple pies, scorched buns (the bread kind) and burnt fingers. The time of sweating and slaving over the stove, praying that no-one comes down with salmonella the following week. The annual argument over whether I’m cooking too much food. “We can always eat the leftovers for dinners next week!”

But I wouldn’t miss it for the world! It’s one of the few times when most of our family are able to get together, to share the labor of preparation and enjoyment of the results. There may be new faces at the table and some that will, sadly, no longer be with us, but every year we are thankful to be able to spend this time together.

Never mind if the gravy is not all that it should be, that yet another wineglass gets broken or the chocolate fountain seizes up in mid-stream. Not to worry if the turkey dries to the texture of old shoe leather, that someone forgot to take out the giblets or the cake falls on the floor. It doesn’t matter if eight or sixteen show up for dinner. We’re ready for anything! The more the merrier!

So bring on the overcooked spuds and the under-done ham. Hide the chair with the legs that fall off and decorate the table with those same old centerpieces that make their festive appearance year after year. It’s time to re-unite, celebrate and have fun.