I didn't blog yesterday because I was EXHAUSTED after our Thanksgiving dinner. Seriously wasted. Which, I think, is a sign of a good Thanksgiving, right?
We hosted Thanksgiving at our house this year. Our guests included the Culvers, the Frys, and the Trembaths. (All of whom, by the way, were also at Lance's birthday party last June. Random, huh?) So that meant eight adults and ten kiddos - a pretty big group.
I brined my turkey again this year, and I have to say, it was way good! So juicy and tasty. (It more than made up for my pathetic-looking (but still yummy) pie.) Josh's favorite part of the whole turkey process was the turkey 'waving' and talking to him - something my mom used to do with me everything Thanksgiving. (Hey, a headless, featherless bird waving at you? Pure comedy.)
It was a potluck evening, and I'm pretty sure we had enough food for 180 people, not 18. And it was all so good. Yeah, potluck Thanksgiving = the way to go.
I cooked and cleaned and whatnot all day. Everything, except take pictures. Doh. But I did manage to get just a few.
We hosted Thanksgiving at our house this year. Our guests included the Culvers, the Frys, and the Trembaths. (All of whom, by the way, were also at Lance's birthday party last June. Random, huh?) So that meant eight adults and ten kiddos - a pretty big group.
I brined my turkey again this year, and I have to say, it was way good! So juicy and tasty. (It more than made up for my pathetic-looking (but still yummy) pie.) Josh's favorite part of the whole turkey process was the turkey 'waving' and talking to him - something my mom used to do with me everything Thanksgiving. (Hey, a headless, featherless bird waving at you? Pure comedy.)
It was a potluck evening, and I'm pretty sure we had enough food for 180 people, not 18. And it was all so good. Yeah, potluck Thanksgiving = the way to go.
I cooked and cleaned and whatnot all day. Everything, except take pictures. Doh. But I did manage to get just a few.
Lance and Josh checkin' out a little football. (That's how close Lance thinks the couch should be to the TV.)
My little pilgrim was very proud to bring this hat home from preschool, but I couldn't get him to hold still for a picture.
This pilgrim had the same problem.
After dinner the men and the kids played arcade games. Because apparently at the Madsen home, Thanksgiving naturally leads to Street Fighter.
We also had a healthy supply of pies and desserts. Awesome.
Josh: won't eat more than three bites of dinner, will eat two pieces of cheesecake. That boy ain't right. (Or he's just smarter than we thought...)
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