That title is a bit misleading. I’m not talking about the leftovers that can stink up your fridge days after the holiday, or the way Aunt Gertie shows up on Thanksgiving wearing her dime-store perfume that lingers for weeks after she goes home.
No, I’m talking about the cinnamon, pumpkin, turkey-in-the-oven smells.
Which Thanksgiving scent brings you right back to a meal at your grandma’s house?
Right now, my house smells pretty amazing. Today was our fall soup feast at our church. I made my favorite Chicken Tortilla soup.
I’ve been MIA for awhile, but wanted you to know I plan on posting quite a bit this week. There’s lots going on in our neck of the woods and I plan on sharing.
Our anniversary is Tuesday, and I think it’s time for a mushy-gushy post to my hubby. Whaddya think?