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The Nineteen Hour Thanksgiving

The following is told by Erica Haberchak:  We have a tradition Sunday evenings. A lot of families around here do and while most of the men grumble about it, most of the women cling to it with the tenacity of an ant on a sugar cube. In our family it’s called “mom’s night off”…which sounds more amazing than it actually is. In theory, it means I don’t cook on Sunday nights; in reality it means instead of prepping veggies and meat, I pop kernels of corn in oil and throw a bunch of frozen fruit into a blender for smoothies. “Popcown and smoovie night” is also a commonly used name for these evenings in the Haberchak home. If you ask Brent, neither of these foods qualify as real food but because he loves me and because he values my night “off,” he goes with it.

I introduce our Sunday night tradition in order to introduce you to a story about a week that happened not too long ago. In fact, it was three weeks ago, Thanksgiving week.  Read the rest of the story.

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POSTED ON Jan 23, 2017 by Wonita Werley