The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

pelianth is Evil. Incarnate, even. But you knew that already. *drool*

This year's Thanksgiving Dinner #1 brought to you by the Ghost of Grandfather. Yes, instead of group sob sessions, there were instead many, many stories of his various visitations. My inlaws are all insane - but this was better, at least, than group sob sessions. One of the stories went something like this: We were setting up the food across the room, when the spoon fell out of the jello without anyone touching it! I made the ill-advised observation that jello is, in fact, known for expelling spoons and somesuch, but it wasn't taken well.

Oh, and despite arriving on time, they started eating without us. Also, there were two eighteen pound turkeys, because Erik's grandmother decided that Aunt L wasn't really making the turkey, so she had one as well. Which made for lots and lots of leftovers. Also, more vegan broccoli-and-nutirtional-yeast casserole (I didn't eat it this year), organic cranberry something with oranges and apples (very, very yum), and all the traditional sorts of things, including stuffing free of Unnatural Additions (I asked, after the first year's unpleasant discovery), and, of course, more cranberry sauce. Also an unhealthy number of pies and cakes - enough that we could have, if we so desired, one per person, with a few left over.

We brought home several metric tons of leftovers, enough to last us at least until Saturday, when we'll be having Thanksgiving #2 at my crazy mother-in-law's house. Again. With, hopefully, only one turkey.

Yay! Now I can officially break out the Christmas icons that have been languishing in unuse. ^_^