Here’s the fruit of my late night labors, a pump­kin streusel pie. We do Thanks­giv­ing as a sort of potluck where every­one brings their spe­cial­ity.  There’s usu­ally no less than 10 desserts, but my hum­ble con­tri­bu­tion still doesn’t stand a chance.

YUM!

We’re hit­ting the road in approx­i­mately 31 min­utes, so I have to scoot.  Let the record show that I’m thankful.

 

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