Turkey Day

My wonderful husband once again treated me (and my parents, who joined us) to a delicious Thanksgiving feast.  We had turkey, cranberry sauce and cranberry jelly, mashed potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole, stuffing, noodles, rolls and pumpkin pie.  All of those things, save the stuffing (Mike loves Stove Top), rolls and the pie (I love Costco pumpkin pie), were made from scratch.  It was a delicious, but labor-intensive meal!

Kiss the cook!  I wanted to, anyway, but as you can tell, Mike wasn’t really in the mood for it right then.   (Well, maybe he would have enjoyed a kiss, but clearly he didn’t like having his picture taken!)

The turkey.  Last year, Mike brined it, but this year, he just used a butter and herb/spice rub.  It was sooo good!

It wouldn’t be a day in the kitchen without Rey begging for morsels of yummy human food.  He spent quite a bit of the day in this position– watchful, waiting for someone to drop something.

Here’s a shot of what it looked like to me when I was keeping an eye on Rey.  That bump in the picture?  That’s my belly.

We end with a shot of the aftermath.

(Although technically, a picture of the real aftermath would show me laying on the couch, clutching my stomach, moaning about how I ate too much.  Rey would be stretched out next to me, and Mike would be relaxing, happy that he picked at the food throughout the day as he was cooking and thereby avoided my fate.)