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		<title>By: Bernice</title>
		<link>http://www.bakemeawish.com/blog/?p=1832#comment-7618</link>
		<dc:creator>Bernice</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 16:48:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My most favorite memory is the last Thanksgiving my Mom was at my house. She was a great cook and so it was my honor to take over the cooking of the big meal when she didn&#039;t and couldn&#039;t do it any longer. She came over early that morning and just sat and watched the parade in the kitchen while I prepared a fabulous &quot;Martha Stewart&quot; turkey dinner (of course she had to remove the insides of the turkey, I lied and said I couldn&#039;t find them stuffed down in the cavity!!!!). This will be the 4th Thanksgiving without her and I&#039;ll have the parade on while I make her stuffing recipe and make my sweet potatoes that she loved so much. Miss you Mom, gone too soon!!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My most favorite memory is the last Thanksgiving my Mom was at my house. She was a great cook and so it was my honor to take over the cooking of the big meal when she didn&#8217;t and couldn&#8217;t do it any longer. She came over early that morning and just sat and watched the parade in the kitchen while I prepared a fabulous &#8220;Martha Stewart&#8221; turkey dinner (of course she had to remove the insides of the turkey, I lied and said I couldn&#8217;t find them stuffed down in the cavity!!!!). This will be the 4th Thanksgiving without her and I&#8217;ll have the parade on while I make her stuffing recipe and make my sweet potatoes that she loved so much. Miss you Mom, gone too soon!!!!</p>
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		<title>By: Jamie S.</title>
		<link>http://www.bakemeawish.com/blog/?p=1832#comment-7616</link>
		<dc:creator>Jamie S.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 15:39:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was 9 and sicker then a dog I was lying under the table as they were bring out the feast and all I wanted to do was curel up and be done with what ever it was I had. I couldnt sit up or I would be sick so I just layed there. Dont ask my why I chose to lay under the table though ? Worst Thanksgiving yet lol.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was 9 and sicker then a dog I was lying under the table as they were bring out the feast and all I wanted to do was curel up and be done with what ever it was I had. I couldnt sit up or I would be sick so I just layed there. Dont ask my why I chose to lay under the table though ? Worst Thanksgiving yet lol.</p>
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		<title>By: donsterb</title>
		<link>http://www.bakemeawish.com/blog/?p=1832#comment-7613</link>
		<dc:creator>donsterb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 14:22:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>2 years ago, first thanksgiving in our new home.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>2 years ago, first thanksgiving in our new home.</p>
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		<title>By: Janice</title>
		<link>http://www.bakemeawish.com/blog/?p=1832#comment-7610</link>
		<dc:creator>Janice</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 13:50:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>since we don&#039;t &quot;celebrate&quot; Thanksgiving, my favorite memory was being surprised with a turkey and the works for a Thanksgiving meal from my friend and her organization :) They dropped it off on Thanksgiving Day so was very nice!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>since we don&#8217;t &#8220;celebrate&#8221; Thanksgiving, my favorite memory was being surprised with a turkey and the works for a Thanksgiving meal from my friend and her organization <img src='http://www.bakemeawish.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  They dropped it off on Thanksgiving Day so was very nice!</p>
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		<title>By: Lisa</title>
		<link>http://www.bakemeawish.com/blog/?p=1832#comment-7600</link>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 10:14:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My favorite Thanksgiving memory was in Brazil.  My friend and I were in charge of baking the pies.  Unfortunately, there was also a huge storm going on outside with thunder and lightning and the electricity kept going off.  Everytime the electricity went off, the oven also went off and had to be re-lit in order for the pies to keep baking.  The pies were a little overdone, but still delicious nonetheless.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My favorite Thanksgiving memory was in Brazil.  My friend and I were in charge of baking the pies.  Unfortunately, there was also a huge storm going on outside with thunder and lightning and the electricity kept going off.  Everytime the electricity went off, the oven also went off and had to be re-lit in order for the pies to keep baking.  The pies were a little overdone, but still delicious nonetheless.</p>
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		<title>By: Gina</title>
		<link>http://www.bakemeawish.com/blog/?p=1832#comment-7590</link>
		<dc:creator>Gina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 05:18:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, so each one is special.  But my favorite memory is the last Thanksgiving my dad was alive.  The whole family flew in and we had a great Thanksgiving just 2 weeks before his surgery.  It was great to be together, eating all our favorite foods and spending time together.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, so each one is special.  But my favorite memory is the last Thanksgiving my dad was alive.  The whole family flew in and we had a great Thanksgiving just 2 weeks before his surgery.  It was great to be together, eating all our favorite foods and spending time together.</p>
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		<title>By: Lori Behr</title>
		<link>http://www.bakemeawish.com/blog/?p=1832#comment-7587</link>
		<dc:creator>Lori Behr</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 01:53:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Every Thanksgiving becomes a special memory because I always go to my mom&#039;s on Thanksgiving ,there isn&#039;t any other place I would rather be!
My mom is so selfless ,so compassionate, And a great cook. I love helping her in the kitchen and having your stomach growling as you smell the delicious food cooking .Me and my children can&#039;t wait.When we sit at the table ,before we eat we hold hands and we each share what we are thankful for.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Every Thanksgiving becomes a special memory because I always go to my mom&#8217;s on Thanksgiving ,there isn&#8217;t any other place I would rather be!<br />
My mom is so selfless ,so compassionate, And a great cook. I love helping her in the kitchen and having your stomach growling as you smell the delicious food cooking .Me and my children can&#8217;t wait.When we sit at the table ,before we eat we hold hands and we each share what we are thankful for.</p>
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		<title>By: Suzanne</title>
		<link>http://www.bakemeawish.com/blog/?p=1832#comment-7580</link>
		<dc:creator>Suzanne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 22:31:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My family hates Thanksgiving (well, my mom at least) so I always try to get invited to someone else&#039;s table.  Last year I went with my boyfriend for Thanksgiving with his mom and stepdad and extended family in California, and we had a blast! His family was so nice and welcoming.  Their Thanksgiving tradition is a pool tournament, a bracket is made from drawing names from a bowl, and the winner wins however much is in Mike&#039;s (boyfriend&#039;s stepdad) wallet.  With $40 on the line, I won both of my games (by win, I mean the other person hit the 8 ball in early, lol) which put me into the final round with Mike... but since I thought my boyfriend had a better chance at the money I told everyone that I lost. Definitely the wrong choice! My boyfriend lost, and Mike won his money back, but I had a great time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My family hates Thanksgiving (well, my mom at least) so I always try to get invited to someone else&#8217;s table.  Last year I went with my boyfriend for Thanksgiving with his mom and stepdad and extended family in California, and we had a blast! His family was so nice and welcoming.  Their Thanksgiving tradition is a pool tournament, a bracket is made from drawing names from a bowl, and the winner wins however much is in Mike&#8217;s (boyfriend&#8217;s stepdad) wallet.  With $40 on the line, I won both of my games (by win, I mean the other person hit the 8 ball in early, lol) which put me into the final round with Mike&#8230; but since I thought my boyfriend had a better chance at the money I told everyone that I lost. Definitely the wrong choice! My boyfriend lost, and Mike won his money back, but I had a great time.</p>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth W</title>
		<link>http://www.bakemeawish.com/blog/?p=1832#comment-7579</link>
		<dc:creator>Elizabeth W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 22:15:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My favorite Thanksgiving memory was when my pet bird &quot;accidentally&quot; wandered onto our Thankgiving table and started snacking on our turkey.....no joke!
My cousins were all over at my house one year, and my cousin who was nine at the time somehow opened the complicated cage we kept my pet cockatiel in, and took her in his hand and place her on the table without anyone seeing! My mom was busy in the kitchen preparing side dishes(she had already placed the turkey in the center of the table), my aunt was chatting with my mom in the kitchen,  my other cousins were playing board games on the floor waiting for the food to be served, and I was actually sitting at the table, my head down, reading a book. 
My nine year old cousin started giggling like crazy, and I had no idea why. When my mom came in with the mashed potatos and saw something moving in the turkey she gave out a big shriek and nearly dropped the potatos out of her hand. Everyone stood up and looked over at the table and there she was,Spanky, nibbling at the turkey! She wasn&#039;t eating LIKE a bird, but was actually eating A bird!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My favorite Thanksgiving memory was when my pet bird &#8220;accidentally&#8221; wandered onto our Thankgiving table and started snacking on our turkey&#8230;..no joke!<br />
My cousins were all over at my house one year, and my cousin who was nine at the time somehow opened the complicated cage we kept my pet cockatiel in, and took her in his hand and place her on the table without anyone seeing! My mom was busy in the kitchen preparing side dishes(she had already placed the turkey in the center of the table), my aunt was chatting with my mom in the kitchen,  my other cousins were playing board games on the floor waiting for the food to be served, and I was actually sitting at the table, my head down, reading a book.<br />
My nine year old cousin started giggling like crazy, and I had no idea why. When my mom came in with the mashed potatos and saw something moving in the turkey she gave out a big shriek and nearly dropped the potatos out of her hand. Everyone stood up and looked over at the table and there she was,Spanky, nibbling at the turkey! She wasn&#8217;t eating LIKE a bird, but was actually eating A bird!</p>
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		<title>By: Shawna OBrien</title>
		<link>http://www.bakemeawish.com/blog/?p=1832#comment-7577</link>
		<dc:creator>Shawna OBrien</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 22:12:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My favorite Thanksgiving memory was last year.  We had a huge Thanksgiving dinner at my mother-in-laws house with some extended family visiting too.  While bringing the turkey to the dinning room table, my mother in-law accidently dropped the turkey on the floor. The look on everyone&#039;s faces was complete surprise and disaster, but then everyone just starting laughing so hard.  We cleaned up the Turkey, ate it and had a great Thanksgiving dinner.  Now this year, we all can&#039;t wait to give my mother-in-law a hard time about the year she dropped the turkey on the floor.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My favorite Thanksgiving memory was last year.  We had a huge Thanksgiving dinner at my mother-in-laws house with some extended family visiting too.  While bringing the turkey to the dinning room table, my mother in-law accidently dropped the turkey on the floor. The look on everyone&#8217;s faces was complete surprise and disaster, but then everyone just starting laughing so hard.  We cleaned up the Turkey, ate it and had a great Thanksgiving dinner.  Now this year, we all can&#8217;t wait to give my mother-in-law a hard time about the year she dropped the turkey on the floor.</p>
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