T'was the Night Before Thanksgiving ...

AND all through the house, pies were being tested, and not by a mouse!
I don't know about your house, but around ours we must be sure and test the pumpkin pies way before the Thanksgiving diners arrive - just in case there's a bad one. (Not a bad diner; a bad pie.) Having a slice the night before gives our stomachs a chance to really, thoroughly determine if the pie is good enough to serve to others.
The turkey is resting in the refrigerator with onion, garlic and rosemary in its empty body cavity. (Yuck! Do we really want to eat this thing? Sometimes the thought of the actual food, pre-cooking, makes me a little ill.) Tomorrow, when it's roasted, I'm sure the smell will be heavenly. Yum! Can't wait for the stuffing and cranberry relish. And the mashed potatoes. And the sweet potatoes.
We are so lucky to have this much food and be together with loved ones tomorrow.
I hope you will find yourself in the same set of circumstances. Sweet dreams - femminismo
p.s. I forgot to mention that Susan, of Chicago Moms, used a photo I took of a chalk art square during the festival in September. It illustrated a piece she did on religion. The group she writes for is a very interesting, diverse set of "moms." Check them out for yourself.