wait, this is what i meant to say:
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
after Thanksgiving dinner...
Labels: by Jacquie
Our meal was sublime, and soon after we turned this
|photo credit: my boy, on his phone. the kid was born to blog|
|photo and pig credit: me|
|The floor nap|
|a yum dessert of pie and/or a bowl of whipped cream|
|And the obligatory walk around the block|
|Walk is a relative term|
|Especially among relatives|
|But they're nothing if not fair|
|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!
|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?|
|Then she squeezed up some limes|
|And dumped in some leftover cranberry sauce|
|and a splash of OJ|
|To create this most lovely and refreshing, perfectly tart and divine leftover Thanksgiving treat!|
Well hiiii! Boy oh boy do I ever have great stories and photos and fodder to share! Good times. Wait, what? You'd like to see/hear/enjoy?? Oh dear. You shall, my dear,but not quite yet. My assigned Thanksgiving historian is sleeping on the floor. in front of my computer, so i can neither access her photos nor the machine to drudge up a repeat post. What I *can* do is peck out excuses on my phone and assure you that we had a wonderful week thatclimaxed in a fantastic Thanksgiving feast/dance party/extravaganza. I *might* have had a lot of fireball then invited 20 people over for turkey soup and cranberitas today. I should go check on that.