A rose of Thanksgiving

One may live without bread, not without roses.

Jean Richepin

After what we ate yesterday, we swore never to eat again, but I see I've forgotten already and started my 'after holiday' morning with strong black Swedish coffee and a sliver of cold apple pie, yum. The dinner was delicious and Raspberry and Max had lovely turkey. Guess who is the refrigerator sentry today, monitoring all openings...