I LOVE Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday because I love to eat. I think that's a given for many of us, right? Thanksgiving is always at my parents' house. It's been that way forever and I don't see it changing any time soon, as my dad doesn't like to leave his house. I can't really blame him. My folks live out in the country with views of mountains and trees, a pasture and their horses--pretty nice. We don't exactly have peace and quiet in our house seeing that we are directly in the flight path here in San Diego. I can pretty much tell you what flight is going out when they fly overhead about every three minutes. Don't get me wrong. I love this old house--it was built in the 20's and is a Spanish style with the arches and hardwoods and a ghost or two (think I'm kidding?). But no one really says no to my dad. So, it's off to Grandma's house we go for turkey day. On T-Day at my mom and dad's place you can find relatives, frien...
Author Michele Scott