Good Food...

... Good meat,
Good God,
Let's eat.

That was my father's grace before meals.

Afterwards, it's groan city. Post Thanksgiving supper bloat. Ooooof. I am soooo stuffed.

And I am so thankful for family, good times, laughter, love, bountiful harvests and a peaceful country.

May all of my readers have the same, even those with whom I engage in verbal sparing.