Jim does all the work. He actually looks forward to it. Every year he tells me "You watch the parade and I'll do it all". But the best part is that he makes the most wonderful stuffing in the WORLD.
When I was a kid I remember my mother making the pies from scratch. I remember the anticipation, and smelling the bird cooking for hours. We even have special plates and a platter with a turkey in a barnyard scene on them. We don't the big groups anymore. It is just Jim and me, but I love it just the same. AND I am proud to say that it all started in Massachusetts.