What does Thanksgiving mean to you? For us, it was the holiday -
Wherein mothers force their daughters to wear tacky homemade turkeys on their head.
Wherein we got snowed out of our annual Turkey Trot hike and were relegated to the neighborhood as we acted out our favorite movie (Bode starred as Tin Man).
Wherein one of our turkeys looked like this.
Wherein your boring ol’ turkey probably looked like this.
Wherein ours redefined DARK MEAT.
Wherein only when you cut into it did you discover the 12 hours of smoked turkey goodness that Jamie’s brother stayed up all night cooking in sub-zero temperatures.
Wherein I actually slept through the night and didn’t have to lift a finger.
I may be a convert to Thanksgiving after all.
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I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 