The dinner was delicious, everyone was happy to be there, the apartment looked as good as it ever has, and the only one who broke something was me. I whacked the stem off a wine glass in my left hand with a can of whip cream while vigorously shaking with in my right hand. The whip cream was meant for the pumpkin pie that everyone was too full to eat.
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| From left: the bird, baby Ivo, Thorsten and me with potatoes |
The Pilgrims won the Puten Bowl yet again.
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| Pilgrims planning their offense |
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| Pilgrims and Indians make peace and get ready to party together |
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| Little Juno is already an American football fan |
And then there was a party. A really good party. And lots of turkey sandwiches.
Even with all the cleaning up, I was very thankful.
Were there leftovers at the first Thanksgiving? There was not a 22 pound Butterball or cranberry sauce from a can, but maybe they had a few bits of venison and some squash to spare. Venison pot pie is probably delicious.
I don't get political too often on this blog, but I can't pass up this one:
And that's a wrap of Thanksgiving. Advent has begun and the Christmas markets are open. Time to ditch the pumpkins, unpack the stockings, and eat the last few slices of pumpkin pie. I promise to be careful with the can of whip cream.
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