We had a very “adult” Thanksgiving this year. Not in an obscene kind of way, in a we all fit on the same table and no sippy cups were thrown kind of way. Janaan put together a fabulous setting and we sat down to a really lovely meal. We toasted to my Mom’s incredible cooking…and babies that nap at the same time.
We were all grateful that my Aunt Marcie brought a cooler full of croissant dough all the way from Trader Joes in L.A. (If you haven’t tried them yet, the frozen croissants from Trader Joe’s are TO.DIE.FOR.)
There was fresh limeade, whipped sweet potatoes, garlic mashed potatoes and smoked turkey from Sonny Bryan’s (SO GOOD). And Mom brought back, by popular demand, The Pioneer Woman’s Pecan Pie That’ll Make You Cry and Whiskey Maple Cream Sauce. That Whiskey Maple Cream Sauce tastes like heaven. HEAVEN!!
Each year we go around the table and say what we’re thankful for. This always makes me cry. ALWAYS. I could probably start crying right now thinking about what I am going to say next year. But this year has been an especially incredible year with a lot to be thankful for. So, I tried to say what was in my heart and it just came out in this random stream of consciousness mixed up with a bunch of squeaks. Yep, that pretty much sums it up.
Oh yeah, we watched Punkin’ Chunkin’. And it did not dissapoint. Not one bit.
Have I mentioned that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday? A day spent surrounded by family, reflecting on all of the love in your heart while eating over-the-top delicious food while watching hillbilly mechanical engineers launch specially grown pumpkins from a top secret pumpkin patch nearly a mile? How can it not be?