We are down in North Carolina for Thanksgiving visiting our wonderful relatives with whom we used to spend every Thanksgiving and Labor Day weekend. Dear Uncle Gordie had called Gideon while he was in the hospital this summer and urged him to visit. So we decided to come for this week. I know I said that Gideon had signed on to a picture a week while his hair was re-growing, but his patience is pretty limited for this type of thing. So this isn’t a very good picture, as it’s kind of distorted, BUT YOU CAN SEE HAIR!!! He’s starting to look more like a Marine and less like a chemo patient. The braces will still be in place for a few more weeks. But it’s probably just as well that he kept them for this trip, as we’ve done a TON of walking plus getting in and out of the plane and also a very small rental car. Gideon’s back was bothering him a little bit, not from any cancer problems but just from doing much more activity than he’s used to.
People have been so kind! We had three get-togethers while in Virginia and DC, with our friends making great efforts to include unexpected guests in the outings. I’m writing this while digesting dinner. And what a dinner it was. Just in the sweet potato/squash department we had three entries. I made my dressing recipe and it was a great success, although the sausage I used was pretty spicy. Head on over to the entertaining section and see what the finished product looked like.
We have two more days here and then we’ll be back in DC for another wonderful Sunday morning service at Capitol Hill Baptist Church. Unless something drastic happens, I probably won’t post during the trip.
I think I may have written on this topic before, but I can’t find it in a website search. In any case, it’s a topic worth addressing again.
I tried out this recipe when we had a bad snowstorm and I had to make do with what I had on hand, including some boneless chicken thighs. I will say again: stop buying boneless chicken breasts and buy these instead. They are so much better and cost so much less. They are every bit as good as white meat and they don’t dry out. If you think your family won’t eat them, just serve them up and don’t say anything. I can (almost) guarantee that no one will know the difference except to say, ‘Hey Mom/Honey, these are really great!”
. . . We have done that which is our duty to do” (Luke 17:10).
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