In Russia it is said that chickens are milked, and cows carry eggs. (A mockery of those who believe ridiculous rumors.)

I better look at Thanksgiving…

I have been so busy that I forgot about Thanksgiving

Svetochka reminded me. Now I have a suspicion that pumpkin pie is the driving factor in this reminding, but that is all okay. I bet that I could just bake a Pumpkin Pie and serve McDonald’s Fish Fillets and she would be happy as a “Pig In A Mud Waller!”

Not a bad idea…. But I think I will rotisserie a pheasant, bake a squash pie and a side of cheese sauced asparagus would round it out enough…

The local store has fresh pheasant for sale and since it is just the three of us, yes Boza wants pheasant also; thus, I will just make a treat for us, but, it will have to be this Sunday. Svetochka is going to go see her mom and that is most important to do…

Therefore…

WtR

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A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...

Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...

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