61 Pounds

I know, I'm 2 weeks late.  Sorry about that.

61.5 pounds.  That's how much turkey I cooked.  And I got Thanksgiving, plus dinner Friday night for 14, plus the following Monday for only 5, plus sandwiches and the usual free-range grazing!  Good deal, I'd say!

Our oldest son wasn't here; he went to South Carolina to visit his in-laws, hence my practice Thanksgiving.  And poor Shannon arrived sick as a dog on Wednesday afternoon, and went to sleep after eating some chicken soup I made for her.  It wasn't a problem, really, because she had an aunt, a grandma and half a dozen uncles eager to steal her baby from her.  When Cass arrived Thursday morning, however, she dragged Shannon off to the ER for a diagnosis of pneumonia. (Who ever said life around here was dull?)  They pumped her full of IV antibiotics (Quoth Shannon, "Miracle of Witchcraft? You decide!") and she made an appearance for dinner.

And she even looked human, holding Nora!

Tank dressed up for the occasion.  Dapper guy, that Tank.

A little preparation fun.  Kellie and Cass came up with a snazzy new napkin fold; kids these days, googling up all kinds of crazy things!

 This is Simon, whose baby shower was in September.

The table, which is really what you all came to see.

 Half of the turkey; we always make sure there's plenty at each end of the table.

And Nora sat next to me.  I fed her my sweet potatoes, while she played with a nice broccoli and an excellent turkey.  She's absolutely certain she's big.  Of course, I forgot to put her turkey bib on her.

And what's Thanksgiving without some dessert?  These aren't all of the desserts, just the ones I cut.  There were backups of the pumpkin and apple pies.

So that was Thanksgiving in our little corner of the world!  Happy Thursday, everyone!