When I began the journey of thanksgiving, my kitchen smelled of goodness, pure and unadulterated. It embraced all that is good and right about life – peace, warmth, joy, unity and spice. And love. For without love...and faith, who are ? What are we but shells of our beings. <br /> <br />I sneak a tiny taste and it has all the oranges, coppers and russet tones of a New England Autumn. Of an orange leaf mountain. It eats like a warm, tartan blanket and a bowl of soup on a cold fall evening. It is full of thanksgiving. And perfect with melted chocolate. <br /> <br />May you have reason to be full of thanksgiving my friends. Eating churros. On Thanksgiving morning. Sitting with friends and family. Basking in love. Sugared fried dough and warm, runny chocolate. Thanksgiving in full. <br />

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