That would not be the case with my dressing, green beans, etc. from Thanksgiving dinner. Yes, we still have leftovers and Jim, my Hoover of a husband, will dine for the last time this evening on turkey, gravy, sweet potatoes, etc. ("give it to Jim, he'll eat anything"). He has a cast iron stomach and has been known to eat things no one else will attempt.
And guess who called me today to take our order for Christmas pecans? Yes, Gene Moody the pecan man. I ordered forty boxes again this year for Mr. G (including one for myself). You never know when one might decide to make pralines, or perhaps 100 pecan pies for Christmas. Now if I could just sell them for the outrageous price the grocery store charges for homemade pecan pie, I could probably get on Forbes list.
Just a thought...



