Here lie the remains from my 1990 Woman’s Day Magazine insert Countdown to Thanksgiving.
I followed this thing to the letter for most of my married life. A series of coincidences brought this from its place of honor on my cookbook shelf to the coffee table and ultimately to the floor, unnoticed and unguarded. Stedman has very little destruction in him – almost none at all – except for those occasions when paper fortuitously appears before him. That’s what makes him an ass.