The no fuss, tried-and-true menu creates a traditional hit and this year was no exception. My sister-in-law brought sinful sweet potato casserole and pecan pie, along with fabulous yeast rolls made by her neighbor in Huntsville, Alabama. My ninety-year-old Mom made the cranberry chutney and green bean casserole. Since I purchased herbes de Provence in France, I used them to flavor the stuffing and sprinkle on the outside of the bird.
My three-tiered server was stacked with pecan, pumpkin and apple pies. I hadn't made apple pie in quite a while and will claim a blue ribbon. I think the mix of granny smith and gala apples did the trick.
Earlier in the week I made another annual dish, my grandmother's mushroom soup, featured in an earlier blog here. We lunched on it for a few days and now I am working on the turkey noodle soup. Once again my house smells like Thanksgiving Day. And that is a welcome thing.







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