wait, this is what i meant to say:
after Thanksgiving dinner...
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! |
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.
Yep, I'm pretty sure that invitaion went out! See you this afternoon ;)
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beth
Fireballs! Happy Thanks to the Gee and the Giving.
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xoxoxo
Ellie
YUM! now I wished I'd asked for some of the leftover cranberries!
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