I probably should not admit this but I love the preparations for Thanksgiving. All of the elements are pure bliss for me. Today, I am gathering the “stuff” to decorate the table – thinking pears lined up with orange and yellow flours in jam jars of course. One year my daughter sprayed every other one gold. When they started decaying a week later I was caught off guard. Also making the parsnip soup, baking the pumpkins for the pies, cutting up the squash and re-checking ingredients. As often happens with elaborate dinners, I forget some dish as the dinner unfolds. This year a large menu is attached magnet to the refrigerator. Now to remember to check.