There we were, Grandpa and Grandma and a smattering of extended family, distending our bellies and sharing embarrassing stories about my wife. And we were so overcome by the blessings of the season and/or the buzz from the merlot that we scooped up all of the food Robert let tumble to the floor and donated it to a nearby soup kitchen. From the looks of it, it easily fed a family of four.
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