I don't know about Thanksgiving means to your family, but for mine, it will never mean turkey. Noodles? Suuure.
Stirfried Chinese cooking? Of courrrse.
Chicken from KFC? That's getting into the fowl, and too close to turkey for comfort.
Well, no matter what though, I was happy that the parents came down for thanksgiving, and spent the week in good'ole boring Virginia with me. However, knowing the parents, they probably would want to do a tad more than to surf the 100+ channels on my TV, so instead we went out on a small road trip to Thomas Jefferson's crib. I was pretty disappointed to see no bling.
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