Thanksgiving 2010

Our Thanksgiving mantle this year.   The candlesticks, metal pumpkins, and pilgrims belonged to my mother.   The iron cross was a gift from my friend Amber when my father passed away last year.

Our sweet girls.   I wish we could have found the brown shirt in both sizes!

Our Thanksgiving plate this year: oven roasted turkey, sweet potatoes and apples, buttermilk mashed potatoes, corn, peas, cornbread dressing, cranberry sauce, and green bean casserole (which I never ate until after I was married), and homemade rolls--Mama's recipe.   I got a phone call from a woman in another state this morning about these rolls.   She saw the recipe in Taste of Home and had a question about how I formed them in the muffin tins.   We do a full meal even though it's "just us."   I look forward to cooking this meal all year!

One of my cherry pies this year.

Too much Thanksgiving!   Poor baby boy fell asleep at the table.

Funny little memories:
The kids watched The Nutcracker Suite last night on PBS.   At one point, Joey said, "Look it's Herr Drosselmeyer."   C. responded, "Oscar Meyer?"

Joey's favorite thing to say after his first bite EVERY year: "Smithers, dispose of all this."

We decided to go to the park to look at the light displays tonight, but C. didn't want to go.   "We can't because they said, 'Don't go anywhere.'"   That's what the announcers said before each commercial break during the Macy's parade this morning.

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  1. Anonymous26 November 2010 at 11:59

    Looks like a perfect day! Too cute that your little guy fell asleep at the table!

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