Care to share a favorite story (or stories) of Thanksgiving 2014?

I’ll start.

Rick made bread pudding. I never thought I’d like bread pudding because of the name (kind of like “head cheese”), but soon after we first got together he made some and it was YUMMY!
So, he made bread pudding for the feast. However, it got lost in the food. Was buried under other food, so it didn’t get set out for dinner.
So, after dinner I was divvying up the food and my two year old grand daughter wanted to know what “that” was.
I said, “Pudding. You want some?”
She nodded her head, so I cut a piece and stuck a fork in it and went to feed it to her. As soon as it touched her mouth she backed away saying “No! I don’t want that!”
I just shrugged my shoulders, set the fork on the counter, and proceeded to put the rest in the fridge.
Then I heard her say, “Gramma! I LOVE it!”
I turned around and she’d eaten that piece of pudding. Couldn’t get her out of the bread pudding after that. :)

I will always hear her chirpy, piping little voice exclaiming “Gramma! I LOVE it!” ♥ ♥