Thanksgiving this year was held at my father’s and step-mother’s house. All three of the sprogs were able to attend, though the oldest had to be at work at 7:30 pm for an 8:00 pm opening at his store (which sounds like Schmarget and is on my craptastic list). Here’s the table:
Much turkey and stuffing and gravy and taters and beans and yams and corn casserole were consumed. My dad cooked the turkey on his Weber outside, which he’s done for years. It’s delicious, and has just a hint of smoky flavor. We ate until we were stupid and then had pie, which made us stupider.
One bad part about Thanksgiving away from home? No leftovers. So yesterday, I cooked another feastival – turkey, stuffing, taters, gravy, beans, yams, rolls, brussel sprouts and canberry (the jello-y kind with the can marks still on the sides). Again, all three boys were able to make it over to help us consume. Of course, they had all worked 8 or more hours, but it’s nice to know I can bribe them to come home if I cook enough food.
Here’s middle sprog preparing to Belushi-up an entire slice of canberry sauce. I’m not going to share the other pictures, but I will tell you he was successful, and that I might not be able to eat canberry again.
We finished up the meal with an old family tradition:
Hope your Thanksgiving was filled with turkey, love, cranberries and silliness!
(Oops, almost forgot… I officially ‘won’ NaNoWriMo. So yay!)