Thanksgiving! Woot woot!

Okay, so maybe I'm over-doing the "woot." I don't know.


Thanksgiving morning started in a great rush of confusion, excitement and happiness. For the first time in the memory of my existence our TV was tuned into the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Usually the TV shows only football. I have tried to switch it a few times in my youth, but was always denied. So, the appearance of the Parade was a true Thanksgiving miracle.

In this wonder and awe I looked at the table.

There was food on it. Breakfast food.

Father got it in his head that we were to partake of a wonderful Thanksgiving breakfast this year. It was simply marvelous, and a tradition I hope will continue. Or, I hope that it will turn into a tradition. Yeah, that's better.

Mom was so excited about the morning-time feast that she urged me to take a picture of it and blog about it.

Apparently, she didn't mean take a picture of her.

I'm not generally a huge fan of whipped cream, but I have found that I usually get the desired amount if I make it the shape of my first initial.
Please notice the amount of butter on the left waffle. Even as I am looking at it right now, I'm a bit creeped out. Sorry about that. I should have edited that.

Later, after some Apples to Apples, Father brought in the turkey. It was huge. We ate maybe 1/16th of that bird.

All the turkey and the consequent leftovers reminded me of my time in Idaho where I would meet guys who had entire elks in their freezers and plan on living on it for the year. That thought also led me to remember how I firmly decided that I would never be a wife of an Elk Man. Imagine having to cook with elk for an entire year. And those guys don't think it's a meal if there isn't any meat present. Crazy. And, that last bit reminded me of the time some of those Elk Men invited me over for chili. Sure, it had the standard "chili" stuff, but it also had elk from Idaho, deer from Colorado, and wild boar from Texas. There may have been some sort of fowl in there, but I can't remember. I'm only assuming there might have been some because those Elk Men had the most precious birding dog ever.


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I'm obsessed with table decorations. I don't know how it happened, or why it happened, but all I know is that I love setting a pretty table. Thankfully, Mom and Mary are on board with my judgment, and Mom is willing to be the financial backer for most of my table decorating endeavors.






I hope you noticed the turkeys on the candles.