Thanksgiving has come and gone for another year, but this time the Priddis clan shook it up a bit - Thanksgiving was at MY house.
I know, the rights of passage into adulthood just keep piling up.
(As an aside, can I just say I love it when people ask "How do you British celebrate Thanksgiving?" Now, stop and think about that for a sec. Yeah, exactly. But it always makes me laugh because someone ALWAYS asks.)
Anyhoo, the holiday went well with only a few minor hiccups (maple bacon instead of regular, a deplorable lack of a gravy boat), and of course, I documented the whole shebang...
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