The sincerest form of flattery. After piling his plate skyward first time around, Chris warms his auntie's culinary heart by going back for seconds. No one can eat like the young (except, perhaps, ourselves). First post-feast turkey sandwich already under our belt.
Roast turkey, scalloped potatoes with fennel, Susie's mystical peas and squash with cheddar, baked turnip with Ritz crumbs, creamed onions, candied carrot sticks, stuffing with garlic, cornbread, apples and sausage, gravy with pureed giblets, cranberry sauce and Pillsbury's French bread. Did we forget anything? Oh, yes, lots and lots of champagne -- and a martini or two, of course. Main ingredients: butter, heavy cream and lotsa high spirits and good conversation. So much fun to break bread in such fine company. Thank you all for gracing our table. Turkey stew now in progress.
Tiny and Baby's patience paid off, too. Lots of kitty treats early and often.
Update. Both Chris and Susie report never having seen any carrots. We just checked the microwave, and there they were, forgotten amidst the gay frivolity. Heartbreaking, given Tuck's careful slicing and dicing of the day before. But no matter. They will become the base of a lovely carrot-and-turkey-broth stew. Thanksgiving is the meal that keeps on giving.
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