No gifts.
No valentines.
No drinking green beer.
No anything.
Except celebrating the wonderfulness of food.
Of eating to excess.
I love Thanksgiving.
In preparation of which, I whipped up a pumpkin cobbler this afternoon.
See it?
Smell it?
Taste it?
We sampled it tonight.It was wonderful.
See that picture up above?
It's not my cobbler.
I stole it from the Internet(s).
But trust me.
My cobbler was delicious.
Gobble, gobble.
Cobble, cobble.
