I'll be the first to admit that I have a really hard time being hospitable. It's bad, I know. I just don't like having people in my house. It probably has something to do with the fact that I have two very obnoxious dogs who do not know how to behave themselves when people come over (or when people are not over). It probably also has to do with the fact that we never had a table big enough to seat guests (or the ocassional new sibling) while I was growing up. I'm working on it though.
It's not really hospitality, but in the spirit of Thanksgiving I am making a bunch of harvest loaf bread to give to neighbors and the few other people I know around this little town.
Three down, 3 to go. Technically I bought enough butter to make 12 loaves. . . ain't it a shame when you can't do simple math in your head (or just forget that one stick of butter is half a cup, not a fourth.)