Considering new, to me, information that Thanksgiving started with Spanish speakers in Florida and not in New England, the title seemed fitting.

Due to our rescheduling of our holiday from a super gay dinner (as my grad student put it) to a traditional family dinner at the last minute, we are doing the unthinkable...picking up an already cooked turkey in the morning from a supermarket. Goddess, I hope it turns out ok. And I hope it oozes enough droppings to make some decent gravy. Not that I eat gravy, but everyone else at my dinner table does.

There will be mashed potatoes, my famous pineapple side dish/dessert (it's an ongoing debate), fresh cranberries (to think I hate cranberry sauce growing up!), DoughBoy crescent rolls (original and garlic), cheesy broccoli (younger sister's favorite), and asparagus (a new tradition).

Of course, there will be football, lots of football as well.

The sis is bring dessert - pumpkin and French silk pie. Thank the Goddess that a Baker's Square is on the way to our place!

It's snowing in Chicago, so it'll be fun to wake up and see how Annie does with her first snow fall. Ella is also eager to break in her new snow boots.

Hope that your day goes the way you want.

Labels: annie, Ella, family