My mother-in-law couldn’t stand me hosting a heartfelt Thanksgiving dinner and wrecked it. She didn’t stop there—she destroyed my late Grammy’s treasured keepsake, shattering my heart. On Christmas, I got my revenge on my cruel mother-in-law.
As the first snowflakes dusted the windows, I was in the kitchen, eagerly testing Thanksgiving recipes, filled with holiday cheer.
My husband, Vance, was helping with dishes and gathering ingredients, not without his playful jabs and chuckles about how I scorched the apple pie last Thanksgiving.
