Last week I started thinking about the annual Thanksgiving feast we have at my mom’s house each year. It’s typically a full blown foodie fest that ends with you either unbuttoning your pants for extra room or a long nap wherever a comfy spot is available.  From the traditional family dishes made from scratch to the seasonal pumpkin cheesecake, I end up in a blissful food coma almost immediately after cleaning my plate.  Plopping on the couch post-meal to watch the annual parade in a cozy pair of pajamas just comes with the Turkey Day territory.
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