Wife started in on her pie crusts around 7 AM yesterday, thinking she'd be done and done with baking in just a few hours. On the eighth hour, she rested.
We loaded up the car with 3 pies, a casserole dish of sweet potatoes, 2 bottles of wine and 2 dogs.
Went to my cousin Kate's place in town, where her ex-hubby Bill had whomped up a beautiful bird with an apple basting and "heat-sink" cheesy potatoes from a recipe of my late Grandmother's. There was stuffing, some jalapeno-cranberry sauce and the usual accoutrements. Four dogs kept a close eye on the negligible spillage.
That was nigh on twelve hours ago, and I'm still full.