A conversation Mom and I had last spring:

Me: "Why's this measuring cup gray inside?"
Mom: "Oh, yeah. I used it to spread grass seed."

Which pretty much sums up the way Schindler women feel about baking. Or cooking in general. We're not exactly domestic, frankly. I mean, folding's a word you could use to describe the process of putting clean clothes in our drawers. Cramming's another--and far more accurate.

But that doesn't mean we don't do it up for Thanksgiving, celebrating our gloriously non-domestic selves over a store-bought pie...

Here's to celebrating the perfectly imperfect people in your life...in your own way.

Happy Thanksgiving!


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