Over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go.
Every year on Thanksgiving my mother calls me when the Rockettes are on, dancing away in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. This year… we will be in the same room, can’t wait! And as I wait for the parade to start I will dream of the upcoming scrumptious dinner that wouldn’t be complete without my mother’s kapusta, yum!
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
