My husband calls this year’s Thanksgiving Day “the red wedding” because by the end of the night it became clear that our festivities had been infiltrated by a violent, sneaky enemy with nefarious intent … a terrible stomach bug.
By the end of the night, four of us were down with it, and the rest followed in the days after. For days we could stomach very little except those dairy-free dinner rolls (thank goodness I made so many), which means that now, after all the traveling family has departed, we are absolutely inundated with food that needs to be eaten before it’s wasted.
Our poor stomachs, however, are still
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