Thanksgiving can be a bland-ish affair at my house, but one thing you can't beat my family at is breads and pastries. The bread is particularly important because it's the crucial element of what is easily my favorite Thanksgiving tradition: the leftovers sandwich.
My dad's side of the family is all about some sandwiches, and I was raised on them, and I still love them in any and all forms.
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| Grandma B's homemade bread, baked by my Dad. White, sweet but not too sweet, and brushed with egg like challah. |
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| Mom's apple pie. I mean, it doesn't get more classic than this. And my mom is a pie crust genius. |
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