To quote my father, who often, at this time of year, quotes Bob Cratchit, from Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol, the pumpkin bread was "a triumph my dear, a triumph!" In all seriousness, the pumpkin bread was as big a hit with Nick's and my co-workers as it was with Mark and me when we were kids (and I guess even now).
Thus ends another day at the Hall house.
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I'll bet your mom will have some pumpkin bread for you when you visit at Homecoming - and maybe even a loaf for the plane ride home . . .
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