Like the pilgrims of old our Thanksgiving feast tends to overflow to two days. The second day is at my cousin's house - and often is more crowded than the first night - this year it was actually less so - due to conflicting schedules. But there's something quite wonderful about sitting by the fire listening to your uncles tell stories about when they were young - and about their Uncle Will's Cider Mill during prohibition that just can't be beat.
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