On Thanksgiving morning, I rose early, as I usually do. But this time, it was not to put a turkey in the oven, or to bake a pie, as I was not doing any actual cooking this time. Only a relish plate that required no work at all. I sat with my coffee and enjoyed a roaring fire that Greg built, and waited for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. After a very leisurely morning, we got ready and arrived at my Mom's about 2:00. It was a coolish day, but with bright sun shining.
Shortly after arriving, I took a few photos of our daughter Erika and her little boy Noah. I thought so many of them turned out great!
I took a few pictures of the last minute busyness that was going on in the kitchen, just before we gathered at the table to give thanks.
My brother Mark, for as long as I can remember, has always hand whipped the mashed potatoes.
Busy, worker bees in the kitchen, putting those last minute touches on our feast.
Once the dishes were all placed out on the counters and tables, buffet style, we formed our long line of hungry people, snaking our way from the living room, then the kitchen, to the beautiful and bountiful display of homemade foods prepared for this day of Thanks.
We filled our plates high, and then sat at the tables, awaiting our feast.
The food was fabulous, as it always is. Mom outdid herself once again. We toasted to our dear Dad, and our recently departed Nana, as we were about to eat this meal for the first time without her. Before eating, we linked hands, and Erika asked the blessing on our meal. And then we enjoyed the bounty before us, together, as a family should be on Thanksgiving.
Mom gathered up some blankets to keep us warm, and off we went. My Mom is wrapped up in the afghan I made for her a while back.
Our captain for the boat tour was my brother Mark, with grandson Noah at the Helm.
My nephew Don, and his lovely wife Kaylen were visiting here from the Bay Area.
Happy Thanksgiving! Let the holiday begin!!