My sister started using Mrs Smith’s pumpkin pies without saying anything. Everyone raved about how good “her” pies were so she never made another from scratch. I sometimes make my own, but can’t tell any noticeable difference from the frozen ones.
I’ve never sent a cat more grateful to have a home than my Tucker Lovesponge. When I first brought him home, any time I sat down, he was on my lap, rolling, rubbing, nudging, drooling with happiness. Always a perfect little gentleman. Now, he sometimes forgets that there are four litter boxes in the house, but he has been such a joy that I don’t mind cleaning up after him, and never act like he’s done anything wrong.
I’ve never had a @#1 moment with the oven rack because I only cook a very small turkey breast, and seldom cook anything else that requires moving or removing a rack. But I have numerous other @#1 moments—daily.
{{{{{{{{{{MIHorn}}}}}}}}}}. I understand your feelings. We had Thanksgiving dinner at my sister’s house for years. The first one after she passed was very hard. Partner was working in Lincoln, NE and rather than staying home alone with the kitties, I flew out there to visit him. He did his best to make me a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, and I love him for it, but it was hard to hold back the tears that year. Now that we’re both retired, we trade off cooking each year (one year did a Thanksgiving buffet at a local restaurant), and it’s much better. Just remember we’re always here if you need us.
Have a great time!