Dear Potato/Apple/Carrot/etc. Peeler,
WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?! How on earth did you grow legs and walk out of the house? I would like to be as sneaky as you are. You'd be a great spy.
Now I know, you just want Thanksgiving off. But I do, too, and I'm working...
And I hear you saying, "Oh, Moira. People survived without peelers. Buck up, kiddo. Do things the old fashioned way."
And I say back to you, oh, you traitorous deserter, "Yes, peeler. I am bucking up indeed. And by that I mean using one of those little knives which boyscouts get to hack away the peels of my sweet potatoes and apples."
On tonight's menu: carved sweet potatoes and whittled apple pie.
Love,
MTP
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