Going up to Southern New Hampshire for T-day with my brother and his extended family. The highlight is usually my nephew's wife's deserts. She was top in her class at Johnson and Wales and the #2 chef at the best Italian restaurant in Boston's suburbs (per Boston magazine). What she really loves to make is deserts. I'll post after the meal, but first the hour drive up from my Dad's to my brother's.
BTW - to get to my brother's I take the right fork at the gas station. If I take the left, I end up at a Superfund site. If I stay too long on the road and miss the left to his house, I go by another. And if I take a right in town, I get to Seabrook Station. I feel like he lives in a Simpson's episode.
