Let Them Eat Turkey

Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Ours was wonderful – full of family, loved ones, food, football (I only paid attention to the last quarter), and more food.

Boyfriend and I were in charge of salad, so we decided to go with a play on the caprese salad – in a bacon nest! We wrapped fresh applewood bacon around the underside of a muffin tin to make the “nests”, baked them, and added spinach tossed with EVOO and balsamic, fresh mozzarella and grape tomatoes.

Successful indeed!

After a delicious fest, wine, dessert, and a nap for a few of us (for one I was not involved in said sleeping), we ended the night watching Home Alone (a tradition boyfriend and I started a few years back while in Indiana – it just happens to be on every Thanksgiving. Except this year. So we spent $3.99 in the Direct TV theater for it. Mom + Dad – I.O.U.) while the fire roared away.

Just a quick glimpse into our Thanksgiving: (and coincidentally I’m inhaling a plate of leftovers as we speak.)

Turkey Trotting with my younger brother:

Rainy Fall Day:

The most delicious mashed sweet potatoes:

Sourdough Stuffing:

15 lb Bird:

Mom doing the honors:

Giada’s Cheesy Baked Mashed Potatoes:

Bacon Nests fresh out of the oven:

Voila!

Early Evening Group Nap:

I was too busy devouring Apple Pie a la mode and Chocolate Decadence to stop and take a picture. My sincerest apologies.

It was a wonderful day full of giving thanks and spending time with loved ones. And eating.

Until next year…

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