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Two Little Indians

We had a very nice Thanksgiving this year. As is tradition, we traveled to Illinois to spend the holiday with Husband's clan. It's a large one, with a matriarch, seven of her children, 19 of her grandchildren, and honestly, I've lost track of the number of her great-grandchildren. There were a total of 40 from the generations all in one house, and we ranged from 85 years to 4 months.

Some of the cousins created hats for the occasion—girl pilgrim hats, boy pilgrim hats and Indian headgear—wearer's choice. Here are my two girls spending the day as Indians:


We had the traditional meal—roasted turkey, bread stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, dinner rolls, cranberry chutney and Champagne. We also had green salad, rice stuffing and my favorite green beans. You start by blanching them and then saute them with lemon zest and hazelnuts. Yum. Then we had pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake, Grand Marnier truffles and tiramisu.

We scattered around the house, keeping the dogs from the babies and the babies from the dogs. We poured the wine, and we talked about every subject under the sun, from the development and bastardization of language to aging to iPhones. And the Episcopal bishop among us pointed out that the Pilgrims weren't persecuted as much as they were persecutors, driving English Anglicans batty with their pestering. And when they weren't successful in getting what they wanted, they took their hard-line ways to Holland; and when they weren't welcome there, they headed west, persecuting all the way to the New World. "Whatever they got, they deserved," he said.

No. 1 flew in from San Francisco for the holiday, and she met Baxter for the first time:


Then she road home to Ohio with us where she'll spend a couple of days post-feast. So, yes, we had a very nice Thanksgiving.

Comments

dive said…
What a marvellous Thanksgiving, Robyn!
The girls look beautiful as always and Baxter is growing at an alarming rate.
Thanks for the delicious tip on making green beans more interesting; I'll definitely be trying that.

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