And proceeded to abandon bird in oven while I skipped off to the movies with a friend.
The Bird did quite alright, however, so we congratulated it with a gift of carving knife and fork. Then we ate it.
We: Meredith (far right), Kim (henceforth known as the Prison Twins), and Kim's friend Kyle (gotta have the requisite plaid)
Mashed red potatoes, green bean casserole, homemade rolls, cranberry sauce, and gravy accompanied the turkey and were enjoyed by al-- uh.... those who were not picky. The picky person(s) who shall remain nameless does not enjoy cranberries. But you know what Dad says, "You don't like it? Great! More for me!" We didn't make stuffing, since 3 out of the 4 of us don't like stuffing, which is a majority for non-stuffing-ness, which automatically disqualifies Not Liking Stuffing from the Book of Pickiness.
After several insane rounds of Uno Attack/Attack Uno/Call it what you wish, we broke out the pumpkin and apples pies, and oh my.... Kim makes one of the best pumpkin pies ever! May her mother be blessed and lard too. Her whipped cream even stayed stable from her house to my house to 3 hours in the fridge to overnight in the fridge and sitting on Patricia's counter. There had to have been something special in it. Other than copious amounts of powdered sugar.
I think the four of us will remember this Thanksgiving for a long time. At least until next year.
