
I am still working off the turkey, “sauce” (aka gravy, a term we are not allowed to use to refer to my aunt’s “sauce”), stuffing and desserts from the oh-so decadent Thanksgiving day meal. Alas if one had to banish oneself to hours…days…of Zumba, Pilates and Yoga, what better cause than for the ability to slather oneself in butterscotch pies, pumpkin pies, ice cream and REAL whip cream.

With biscotti in hand, Clint and I went over to my aunt’s for Thankgiving as we have done every year that I can recall being in the Bay Area. I’ll leave you now with some pictures of the wonderful day.




