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It's one day before Thanksgiving. In my family growing up, this would be prep day. Pop would be making stuffing, leaving the turkey out. Mom would be making mashed potatoes, with lots of buttermilk and butter. I loved the smells of rosemary and thyme. I found them comforting.

Oma's favorite part of Thanksgiving was stuffing and gravy. Mine too.

Holidays have looked different the past 10 years. No more getting together with relatives, no more stress over cooking. No where to be at a certain times. The biggest relief, no guilt.