Ugh, it’s not that stuffing with the orange zest, chestnuts, and raisins again, right, Mom?, my sister and I must have asked at least a dozen times every Thanksgiving growing up. Neither my sister nor I were terribly picky eaters and we were both stuffing-lovers, but there was something about that stuffing that just didn’t sit well with us, both flavor-wise and texturally (it had way too much thrown in there flavor-wise, and somehow it was always soggy!). I don’t say this lightly, but that stuffing was gross. My mom claimed it to was an old family recipe (to protect the names of the innocent, […]
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