I am in a much better mood despite little sleep on the creakiest, teeniest little commuter plane from Chicago to Indianapolis, annoying United airlines shenanigans, and a raining Indiana sky when we arrived.
This might be because of the amazing dinner M’s dad had prepared for us. Such a sweet guy to have so thoughtfully cooked vegetarian dishes to make sure I would have enough to eat.
We had tons of appetizers while the kids – me, M, M’s sisters Hannah and Reyann – played games.
Then the real eating started. Old family friends came over, childhood photo albums came out (I did see M in some ridiculous fool-like poses), and the turkey got basted several times then dismembered. Gorgeous.
There was Zinfandel, Chardonnay, and Riesling. My plate had asparagus, mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy, stuffing, caprese salad, sweet potato, and cranberry sauce in the back. I think I must’ve eaten the entire bowl of cranberry sauce. M’s dad swore it was simply one cup of water, one cup of sugar, and a bag of fresh cranberries, but the end result was superbly tasty. I’m going to eat the rest tomorrow morning, maybe over some oatmeal. Or just by itself.
Though I enjoyed my dinner thoroughly, M looked like he was in seventh heaven. Such a caveman.
We were all pretty stuffed. Actually that is an understatement, we were full to the brim and groaning. Reyann was nearly in tears at how full she was. Then Carmen brought on the pie.
Three homemade pies. Pumpkin, pecan and apple. Somehow we all found room. We went nuts.
Hope you had a great Thanksgiving.