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I'm eating these Pumpkin Muffins for breakfast this morning. I baked them last night while doing a couple of my make ahead recipes. My husband wants me to tell you that I forgot to put the pumpkin in the first batch, y'know only the most essential ingredient in pumpkin muffins. I only realised after they'd been in the oven for 10 minutes and I saw the pumpkin puree sitting there on the countertop. Kitchen disasters abound and I haven't even started the turkey yet.

I have to walk to the bakery after I've finished this, to get some fresh bread for the soup, and make a quick stop at the grocery store to get some more wine (and glasses, as we only have 4!). Our guests arrive at around 2pm so it's full steam ahead cooking until then.

Happy Thanksgiving, I hope you all have a wonderful day.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.