Off to Grandma's house we go

Off to celebrate Christmas with Dad’s side of the family, which can only mean one thing: chaos. Children running, screaming, crying, food being shoved down your throat (though it’ll be delicious), smelling like garlic and onions, presents (my bets are on QVC jewelry) and dinner done in about 25 minutes.


And yet, as much as it holds the possibility to deliver quite the headache, I love it and wouldn’t expect or want anything different.

And there are going to be amazing sweet potatoes.

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