Uncle Brad came down from San Francisco and entertained Vera while I cooked.
I made my port wine & cranberry sauce that no one ever eats. As well as a 12 pound turkey, cornbread stuffing with apples & sausage, scalloped potatoes, and brussel sprouts with carmelized onions, pecans and gruyere. Liz made grits florentine, sweet potatoes and creamed corn. Erica made baked goat cheese, bread pudding and a salted caramel pie. Oh, and I also made two pumpkin pies and a chocolate pecan pie.
It’s no coincidence that today I began wearing maternity pants.
Before things got crazy we squeezed in a family portrait.
Everyone got to take home a place-setting animal. Until Veronica decided that most of them belonged to her. (Sorry, Lien — I promise you’ll get your dinosaur back soon!)
After much deliberation, Liz and I decide to take the bird out of the oven. Turns out it was cooked perfectly.
George carved the turkey.
Post-supper snuggle with my girls.
The dishes were daunting, but everyone helped.
Day-after-Thanksgiving walk on the beach. So much to be grateful for.
(See the whole Thanksgiving album here.)