The day after

I have to say that we all managed to not overeat yesterday and thus today, eating the same meal as an A+ leftover was a treat. There is but a wisp of the blackberry pie left which I hid away for ME at a later time. The pecan pie is about 60% decimated; though I love my pecan pies, I'm always glad when they're gone. Whoa! Last night, after the kids were asleep, I gave a final thanks to our TG bird and made turkey stock from all that was left of him. It smells delicious, and I'm considering a lovely soup for dinner. As I never got around to making the Brussels sprouts salad for us, I might also do that for a pretty, green side.

Do y'all find the crazy-people Black Friday shopping as depressing as do I? Did y'all hear about the woman who pepper sprayed all those around her to keep them away from whatever she was hoarding? So sad. Look at all those around us who have NOTHING, and then you see these people turn into self-focused wingnuts because of an average sale on plastic items?! AAH!

It is a beautiful, unseasonably warm day here in DC. We went to the nursery this morning and then to the park. Not sure what's on tap for the afternoon. Jack wants me to consider making another blackberry pie. Perhaps.

Incredibly dear TG story

After our feast, we took a family walk all through our neighborhood. Jack was in full cowboy regalia- bandana, boots, hat, the works- and decided that he was not only walking the range but "owling." I knew that up the hill and around the corner was a fake owl perched on someone's chimney; it's extremely realistic and fooled me repeatedly until I spent a long while one day staring at it just daring it to move.  Anyway, I said, "keep calling the owls, Jack, and maybe we'll see one." So he's making a sound which was more like a coyote/rooster combo but whatever, he was very diligent and darling about it all.  As we approached the house, I said, "let's turn right here;" we rounded the corner, he hooted, and I said, "oh my gosh, honey, look!" He peered up at the chimney and saw the owl. It was pure magic. He could not believe that he had summoned this owl, and we made a big to-do about it. His face was priceless, and I hope I'll remember it forever. Of course Oliver said, somewhat under his breath, "that owl is a statue." Fortunately, Jack did not hear that and we did not verify.  For the rest of the walk, Jack kept exclaiming, "can you believe I called that owl?"  It was absolutely darling and so special. Oliver finally said, "You do make a good owl sound, Jack."  Hilarious.~~ PS- the pecan-oatmeal pie is insanely good. T says it's my best ever.

The best Thanksgiving feast ever

It is with immense gratitude that I write about this incredible feast we just enjoyed. Wow! The dressings, salad, turkey, carrots, everything was absolutely superb, and we all agreed it was our best TG meal ever. I have to say that my hodge-podge turkey was absolutely perfect, and T found the most delicious recipe for a roux-based gravy. Heaven! Wishing you all a happy day full of health, love and appreciation.