The day before Thanksgiving, my amazing friend Emilie came over to help me cook.
The next day, intense planning and preparation was still going on.
Soon pots of bubbling sugar and butter filled the kitchen.
Dinner was eagerly anticipated.
The most terrifying moment was when I made the gravy for the first time ever. It turned out all right, probably because the fear gave me a lot of energy for stirring.
The family started to assemble.
Dinner was almost ready.
We filled our plates and waited with great patience for a timer shot of the Thanksgiving table.
For dessert, I made a pear tarte tatin, and Emilie and I made a pumpkin pie from scratch.
Basically, we all ate until we felt like this.
The day before Thanksgiving, my amazing friend Emilie came over to help me cook.
The next day, intense planning and preparation was still going on.
Soon pots of bubbling sugar and butter filled the kitchen.
Dinner was eagerly anticipated.
The most terrifying moment was when I made the gravy for the first time ever. It turned out all right, probably because the fear gave me a lot of energy for stirring.
The family started to assemble.
Dinner was almost ready. 
We filled our plates and waited with great patience for a timer shot of the Thanksgiving table.
For dessert, I made a pear tarte tatin, and Emilie and I made a pumpkin pie from scratch.
Basically, we all ate until we felt like this.
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