This year for the first time in a long time, we didn't hold Thanksgiving dinner at our house. Instead we joined my parents, who are staying in Coeur d'Alene.
My folks come up twice a year (spring and fall) and stay in Cd'A. (Sadly, my mother's very bad asthma precludes her from vising our farm any more.) They come mostly to see the girls, and without their brave trekking between states we would hardly see my parents at all since they live so far away. They're not usually here this late in the year, so it's a rare treat to have Thanksgiving dinner with them.
My mother and I split the cooking. She made the turkey, gravy, and veggies; I made the stuffing, dinner rolls, and dessert.
I did all my cooking yesterday. I started with bread stuffing.
Two pans, ready to cook.
Making a blueberry pie.
Dinner rolls, second rising.
The day's tally: a basket of rolls, wild rice stuffing, bread stuffing, two cheesecakes, and a blueberry pie.
Cleaning up the mess...
...then indulging in a much-needed glass of wine after nine hours of cooking.
This morning after church, we joined my folks. All the bounty was on the table.
My dad carved.
We had a lovely but quiet -- and very blessed -- Thanksgiving Day. How was yours?