Fall

I love fall. I met my husband at the beginning of October a few years ago, and ever since, I have loved every fall because I know what it'll bring. It'll bring the memories of our first dates, him teaching me to dance, our first kiss, what is the square root of that number, and our first thanksgiving dinners.

Starting today, we'll be going to three thanksgiving dinners, about as many as we did when we first met. This time though, they are all split up, none of that two on one day crap like it was back then.

Why three you ask, well thats what you do in Utah apparently, its about time we did. Since we were married, we have always done thanksgiving at our place, inviting whoever, and usually only his mom showing up. Last year we had his mom, my mom and my two brothers, our biggest crowd yet. Much to one of my brothers dismay, I cook a thanksgiving chicken. With such small numbers, why cook a turkey, we have too many leftovers with chicken as it is. This year that same brother is in the training process to go over seas and be with the military. He is hoping to come home for thanksgiving, and he wants a turkey. So, since we want to see him as much as we can before he goes, we're going to eat turkey on thanksgiving this year. I was kind of sad, because I have a really good roast chicken recipe, and I wanted to make it, so we invited one of my husbands mission companions and his wife over on Sunday to have a prethanksgiving dinner. Then, early this week, I get a phone call from my husband, saying that his brother is going to be out of town on thanksgiving, and would we like to come over saturday (today) to join them in a prethanksgiving dinner?
Its a good thing our work gives us both 50 pounds of potatoes (thats 100 pounds of potatoes if you need help with the math) for free each year at this time, because we'll be going through a few potatoes this week.
Does anyone want free potatoes?