Yam with lemon tree. Yam destined for greater things, namely to be boiled, then peeled, sliced, and fried with butter and brown sugar.
The star of the show. A Red Bourbon turkey, raised humanely and eaten happily. Note the huge cheese skulking behind the chair? My in-law's kitchen is papered with a London billboard extolling the virtues of Edam. I love these people.
Grandma's stuffing. Tradition calls for everyone to taste as it's mixed, and then complain that there isn't enough sherry in it yet, and then add a tot more. Who am I to question tradition?
The table, set and mostly ready for dinner. Note M and her fab Auntie K--they are inseperable when beneath the same roof. We actually had to leave Marion at my in-law's overnight as the two of them collapsed in the living room after dessert.
This was NOT done on Thanksgiving, but was in fact rigged this afternoon. For some perverse reason, I am ridiculously smug that ours is the first house on the block with lights up. I love coming home from work in the evening to Christmas lights.
Here's hoping that everyone enjoyed their Thanksgiving in whatever way it was spent.
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