Sunday, November 28, 2010

Thanksgiving of 2010

I can’t do it! I just spent too much mucho tiempo (welcome to my world of mutilated Espanglish) trying to put my Thanksgiving pictures into a collage—either I’m super picky or Picasa is way too limited. Or else I’m just clueless about Picasa’s superpowers. In any case, nothing suited my fancy, so instead of slapping a couple pictures up and being done with it, now I have to go and write something. Which is fine, I guess, seeing as I’ve gotten out of the habit over the past few days and need to get back in.


Thanksgiving of 2010 will go down in history as the Thanksgiving where we ate pulled pork instead of turkey, Yo-Yo shot and ate a squirrel, the Baby Nickel knocked the bathroom sink off the wall, we had a desert-only evening meal (except for a few conscientious souls who ate a bit of salad first—I was not one of them), and I documented everything with what my aunt Dr. P refers to as my “phallic camera.”

Reading....


We did a lot of it. Mr. Handsome read a book about Hiroshima. I finished Cherry. Yo-Yo started Watership Down. My dad finished Life of Pi. Etc. (And the kids tried to watch a TV that wasn’t in the house.)

Washing Dishes....


It happened, many times over.

Cozy all over the place...


Votives, red globe lights, hot tea, and toasty fires galore.

Music...


They twanged and tuned.


They wailed and crooned.


There were songs about stinky feet and cleaning the toilets of Grand Central Station. (We are not a pious family.)

The squirrel...


The silly thing sat on a branch for fifteen minutes waiting for everyone to move on out so it could eat its Thanksgiving nut in peace and quiet.


But instead it ended up in the frying pan.


You can't tell from the photo, but it was consumed with much gusto and clashing of forks.

Its hide now resides in my parents’ freezer. I hope it stays there.

The sun came out...


and the kids (finally) took their energy outside.


The woodpile...


got some stackage.

Target practice...


and nobody got a lead foot. Yay!

No pictures of food. Can you believe it? Words will have to suffice: besides the pulled pork, there was a kick-butt cabbage salad (recipe coming once Mom gets it to me—Mom? Mom? Puh-le-e-e-ase?), spectacular oven fries, hearty whole wheat bread, beet and fresh greens salad, shrimp, corn, skillet sweet potatoes, garlic mashed potatoes, squid, chocolate cake, black raspberry pie, cheesecake with sour cherry sauce, two glorious red raspberry pies, and sky-high pizzas. Among other things.

This same time, years previous: apple chutney and pumpkin pie

8 comments:

  1. squid.
    Funny you should mention that.
    I actually stood in the grocery store last week
    contemplating buying some.
    Never had seen it there before.
    Was it good?

    S-

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  2. Delightful pictures taken with your "phallic camera???"

    Commentary was great, too!

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  3. Oh my word! Fried squirrel! And beautiful votives and falling sinks! Wow, lady, you've had quite the week! : )

    I loved, loved the amazon description of the book you recommended. LOVE it. Got to get that one.

    Laughed about phallic camera, too.

    This post was hysterical.

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  4. I second that "please!" for the cabbage salad recipe.

    Shooting and eating the squirrel - love it! Reminds me of when we scraped up a roadkill racoon to dissect. My son still has the tail which he and his dad tanned together.

    Sounds like y'all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

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  5. HOLE LEE CRAP... he shot & ate a squirrel...

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  6. Those guys must be some serious musicians. Looks like they are playing Taylor guitars!

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  7. Sounds like a great time! I'm so impressed that he ate the squirrel. That enamel pot in the first picture - I have the black variety. You know it's a chamber pot, right? I thought that it was fitting, next to the bathroom sink.

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  8. I'm coming with you next year. ;)

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