Happy Thanksgiving ya'll! Hope you're enjoying the day with love and family.
Today for your viewing pleasure I have the famous, dreaded orange baskets of doooooom!!! My mother has made these every year for what, like 25 years now? She fashions the baskets from a whole orange, puts sweet potatoes and marshmallows in and bakes them. We've teased her about them our whole lives, mercilessly ragging on how awful and horrifying they are, and how much we dread seeing their little faces appear on the Thanksgiving table, but she continues to visit them upon us as a form of torture for making fun of them. Oh, the humanity!
(Actually, I kind of like them, despite an aversion to orange peel. Shhh, don't tell her.)
She sent me this photo to fill me with dread as a preview of dinner. I have no clue what's going on in that third basket, maybe she'll comment and tell us. It might be blackberries, but knowing her penchant for torture, it's probably stewed prunes. Yeah. Definitely the prunes.
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