As I’ve shared before, every year I make homemade egg noodles for Thanksgiving, the old-fashioned kind from scratch, kneaded, rolled out and dried enough to cut into strips. It’s a tradition passed down to me from my mother and her mother before. Noodles are made up of just lots of flour, eggs and chicken broth, but my family loves those noodles. I don’t know about you, but this Thanksgiving is different. Instead of joining other family members and friends around my daughter’s lovely decorated tables, we’re celebrating by way of Zoom. But I’m not unhappy. I have so much to be thankful for. I still made those noodles. And, guess what? I got a delicious turkey dinner in exchange! My daughters rescued my Thanksgiving! God’s blessings to all!
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