Thanksgiving is over. In my dreams, I have a food blog, but the reality is that if I had one, I wouldn’t be able to keep up with my quilting blog. Or quilting. Or doing anything but hanging out in my kitchen, which is what I do more often than I should anyway. So here’s the non-Instagram recap.
I’m not sure why we didn’t take a picture of dessert. Mom made a pecan pie cheesecake. Lord. The angels sang the hallelujah chorus with every bite I took. The beef tenderloin was dreamy, too. Oh, and my smoked Gouda mashed potatoes were on fire (seriously, with chipotles in adobo sauce!). My cousin and his wife brought a salad with arugula, strawberries, Gorgonzola, and candied pecans. I’m still thinking about it now.
As you can see, we aren’t real traditional. But hey, the Pilgrims were there.