Mom made the stuffing and turnip and brought up a beautiful 16 pound turkey. I was in charge of the mashed potatoes, butternut squash, asparagus, appetizers, and pie.
While I only ate a little bit of the food, it seemed to be enjoyed by all.
The pepperoni bread that I've become rather famous in these parts for.
Here goes nothing...
In the words of my former nun of a mother, "The key to a good turkey is to baste the fuck out of it."
The beginnings of the to-die-for mashed potatoes.
Pretty damn good looking turkey if I do say so myself.
Hubs did a fantastic job carving the little guy.
Some of the feast.
I made the mashed potatoes earlier in the day and put them in the crock pot while the turkey finished cooking. Made it much easier than trying to time everything perfectly.
Did the same thing with the butternut squash after I roasted it.
So, take that Thanksgiving gods...I pulled it off and we enjoyed the company, food, and laughter.
We had a gorgeous apple pie from Gregg's several hours later, but I didn't manage to get a picture of that before it got attacked.
Beyond thankful for the incredible blessings in our life this year (even for crazy Max who as I type keeps stealing the throw rug from the kitchen and running into the living room with it because I'm not paying attention to him).
And now, onto the Christmas preparations and festivities!