Well, that’s another Thanksgiving come and gone, and I’m sad to see the celebration end.
- This was the first year I made two turkeys, brine and all, due to excessive paranoia about there not being enough leftovers. Once again, I am thankful for the magic made within a double convection oven.
- Tiffany made pumpkin pie, which I wait all year for, and there was enough of the good stuff left that we could have pumpkin pancakes on the morning of Thanksgiving.
- Bram rediscovered the deliciousness of peas, a preference he probably inherited from mommy. And, um, he’s also a hound for pie. I, uh, have no idea where that comes from.
I believe we are all sufficiently fortified for Black Friday.
