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November 23, 2017 at 11:50 am
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November 23, 2017 at 12:16 pm
Why does the poor father have to carve the turkey? It’s better to carve it up in the kitchen. My uncle wanted to be a caterer and he went to culinary school in his thirties. He learned how to slice the turkey meat and then place it back on the bone for presentation. It required a very sharp knife and great skill.
November 23, 2017 at 12:45 pm
Bob,
My dad always carved the turkey but he did do the carving in the kitchen. The plate of meat was put on the table. My dad always said, “If this isn’t enough, I can always crave more.”
November 23, 2017 at 2:07 pm
Funny wallpaper, I first thought of x-rayed hips 🙂
November 23, 2017 at 6:27 pm
Birgit,
When I just enlarged it, It look like pelvic bones.
I didn’t notice the wallpaper. My eyes were drawn to the same pattern of all three dresses, obviously made by mom.