Ah, Thanksgiving. It's so great and delicious and quirky, isn't it? Every family has such unique rituals and demands, there are certain things that each of us just
must have on the Thanksgiving plate. For some it's
disgusting creamed onions, for others it's
overrated turnips, and for many it's some other unexpected veggie like a rogue salad (which looked delicious, cousin). I was in charge of the
normal veggies this Thanksgiving, which was a no-brainer. Peas and green beans. My wee family has evolved to include the quintessential peas 'n carrots combo that can only be found in the finest grocer's freezer, and the green beans speak for themselves. Except... I had a horrifying last minute thought around 10:00 on Thanksgiving morning, so as I tore into the Safeway parking lot for a couple of last minute items, I called my cousin to shriek:
"You weren't expecting green bean casserole, were you?!" Thankfully (on many levels), no one expected anything other than the pure goodness of steamed fresh beanies, and they were delicious even without the gahlic that would have made Uncle Paul holler in bostonian.
Our meal was sublime, and soon after we turned this
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photo credit: my boy, on his phone. the kid was born to blog |
into this
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photo and pig credit: me |
We had the chance to explore the traditions and rituals that various family members engaged in
after the Thanksgiving meal was done
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The floor nap |
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a yum dessert of pie and/or a bowl of whipped cream |
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And the obligatory walk around the block |
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Walk is a relative term |
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Especially among relatives |
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But they're nothing if not fair |
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not pictured: the 5 seconds just before this shot was taken, when my boy dumped them all right into the street. Look at Owen rubbing his poor bum. And look at my boy laughing. |
It was a really nice Thanksgiving, and the after dinner frivolity carried on right into the next day, when we gathered once more to enjoy Turkey soup and a very special ritual that I'd been anticipating since the first time I ever heard the word a few year ago....
CRANBERITAS!
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The only things Sheila measured for this recipe were the tequila and the triple sec, yet I did not ask or notice what those measurements were. Some and then some more? |
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Then she squeezed up some limes |
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And dumped in some leftover cranberry sauce |
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and a splash of OJ |
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To create this most lovely and refreshing, perfectly tart and divine leftover Thanksgiving treat! |
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Cheers! |
Yum! You all look so great! xo
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate Sheila's unique CRANBERITA ritual and demand. Those drinks look devine. I think I have to incorporate that into my family's rituals from here on out....
ReplyDeleteThat and the floor nap, of course.
xoxo,
Beth
Look at you beautiful girls! I miss my sistah and my frousin. And although the thought of cranberry sauce blended up is not *exactly* what I think of when I think *let's get loaded*, I'm game. I'd make some except we forgot the cranberry sauce this year. But we *did* remember the g.d. ham.
ReplyDeleteSo great to see the second cousins frolicking together. Love every dete of your AZ adventure.
And I'm with Beth. Floor nap. *With* gangstah signals.
xxEllie
Love seeing all the Kennedy/Flatley/Rubio gang. What a great visit...mom
ReplyDeleteYou two are so gorgeous!!!
ReplyDeleteJane