Thanksgiving For Two . . . sort of

This Global Pandemic didn't stop us from having an epic Thanksgiving, nosireebop it did not.

Our friend Michelle had a great idea and we ran with it.

Thanksgiving 2020 . . . Delivery & Pick-Up style.

Everyone made their own turkey and stuffing and gravy. But the sides? Oh, those we shared.

First stop . . . 

Rachel and Michelle's, to deliver our -- and by "our" I mean "Mistah's" world-famous Garlic Gorgonzola Smashed Red Potatoes and not-quite-as-world-famous-but-equally-as-good Smashed Turnips . . . 

(Making them on Wednesday night.)

. . . and to pick up for the next stop . . . 

. . . Kelly's! To deliver our world-famous-yadda-yadda potatoes and turnips, Michelle's super-famous Potato Gratin and Rachel's old fashioned Crange (as described by Rachel), and to pick up Kelly's masterpieces.

Aw . . . 

Then? Back to Rachel and Michelle's . . . 

. . . to deliver Kelly's world-yadda Bean Cake (think old school green bean casserole, and go crazy in your mind with it) and Red Cabbage (with bacon; a Mumsie specialty) for Rachel and Michelle, and for Rachel's mom and dad*.

Brilliant idea, right?

In the meantime, *Howie and Marcie (who also received our two specialties) had delivered four pies to Rachel & Michelle's, so each household got its own whole pie . . . 

. . . made up of four kinds of pie.

I know!

It was brilliant and delicious and perfect and we all loved it.

We tried to do a plate contest -- another Hanrahan tradition -- but Mistah and I, at least, were way too, um, celebratory to focus on contests and rules and voting . . . 

But! We did get entries . . . 

. . . from Michelle, me, Kelly, Nancy from afar, and Mistah. 

Kelly voted for Billy and I don't think anybody else voted so he won. But he also deserved it. 

I guess. 

And then?

Dessert.

And then?

Collapsation in front of the fire. I had no choice in the matter and it was utterly delicious down there. I did get up later on and make the turkey stock, though. And did another round of cleaning. I was on fiyah.

It was an all-around glorious day and we're so thankful.

And on Friday? Well, there's only one thing to do at a time like this.

Bloodys . . . 

. . . and Turkey Soup-making . . . 

. . . and when I say Turkey Soup-making I mean Turkey Soup-making.

And after all that it was still only Friday morning.

Hope your Thanksgiving weekend was just as blissed out. And hope yours ended on Sunday evening thusly:

Because that was was the perfect ending.

Peace out, Friends. 

Keep your mask on.