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Thanks for Franks in Blanks

This morning Jillian and I walked down Tryon, and chatted with this horse.

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And looked at these barns.

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Then, with some simple mental math, we decided we canceled out 1/45th of today’s energy intake, and made our way home to prep our tum tums for some fantastic noshing.

In our family, we value education.  Enter: our Thanksgiving history lesson.

     

Education shmeducation.  My aunt just covers our seats with pilgrims and turkeys.  Close enough, right?

Auntie Sharon does it up right.  Look at all that business on the chandelier.

 

Buffalo chicken dip is dope.  Dunk, dip, slather, eat with a spoon.  Nothing is better than buff chick dip.

 

Weenies, weenies, weenies.  Chocolate before dinner.

And welcome to the 7th grade dance.

oOoOo… the boy’s room…

… and the giiiiirl’s room.

Delumptuous (this is a word)…

 

Get in my belly.

 

Turkey, turkey, turkey, TURKEY, turkey, turkey, turk.  (Sorry to everyone present for singing one word jingles far too many times)

STOP IT.

 

Dad decided to cut half the bird like Bobby Flay does — big ole hunks to keep the juice in.  Bobby taught Dad this morning when he was on Rachael Ray’s show.

While Dad carved, we popped open some chocolate wine.  Grandma deduced that she’d rather enjoy the two as separate entities.

awwww yeah

       

A few Aussie throw backs:

My aunt used a koala clip to seal up the cupcakes, and I spotted the aboriginal painted coasters in the dining room.

And the main event.  Jillian made pumpkin pie (it was outrageously delicious), and Uncle Dicky Van Gogh-ed it.

 

A simple Keurig lesson and Gram’s apple crumb.  Doesn’t get better.

Why hello, cupcake tree.  How might you be on this fine November evening?

Do some giving, do some thanking.  Make your body horizontal.

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A Very Merry 422 Thanksgiving

The wine: flowing. The laughter: abundant. Blah ,blah, blah we ate a lot of deliciousness.

We, the ladies of 422 (plus our house pet, Colin) decided to host a pre-Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving dinner.

I don’t know why we didn’t think of doing this sooner.

Svedka, crackers, a medley of cheese, cool whip, reddi whip and wine.  All the components of a classy meal.

Anna roasted some garlic and olive oil rubbed asparagus.  Look, we eat veggies!

I made two squash dishes.  The left one is delicata squash and carnival squash with dill, olive oil, onion and lemon (salt and pepper too).  The right one is candied walnuts, pumpkin, apple, acorn squash, brown sugar, apple cider, and freshly squeezed oj.

Priyanka whipped up a fun quinoa dish with corn, olives, tomato, cheese and black beans.  We are very traditional with our Thanksgiving dishes.  The pilgrims definitely served this.

Can’t have enough mashed potatoes.  Liz wins for pro mashing skills.

Tara cooked up the biscuits.  And Brenna made apple sauce.  And pie! Colin brought pie and both cool whip and reddi whip… just in case.  The rotisserie chicken stood in as our impromptu turkey.  Works for me.

Happiness.

We are so domestic.  Happy almost Thanksgiving!


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