Every Thanksgiving Karl makes rolls. They are always a huge production and an even bigger hit. We jokingly called them Midnight Rolls, because that is when he makes them.
My sister hosted and like always, the spread was beautiful. I made the salad (the layered salad has been our tradition for as long as I can remember) veggies and dip, and pecan honey butter. Not shown but not to be forgotten, the chocolate and pumpkin Nothing Bundt Cakes.
The tables were beautiful. She got the chocolate turkeys thinking that the kids would treasure them. Instead, we had kids begging to eat them the whole meal. I had just barely sat down to eat and Samuel came running up and said, "Can I be done?" Knowing Samuel, I knew he had not eaten anything yet so I said, "Go eat your turkey." He came back with chocolate all over his mouth and asked again, "Can I be done?" I checked his plate and his meat was still sitting there. He ate the chocolate turkey. He is such a monkey, and, well, I guess I need to be more clear next time.






