The Feast

It was a fine feast and I completely neglected to take pictures of the amazing food.

The rolls were good but a lot of trouble and not the acme of perfection that I remembered. Ah, the elusive butterflake by Nagles. 

We were too many for our small dining room so the living room furniture got shoved back and a door on sawhorses became our table.

Josie was at the table but was confined to her own special pureed sweet potatoes. She seems to suspect that she's missing out on the good stuff. 

One of the nicest things about the day was seeing how smitten our nephew Jack (he of the blue hair) was with his little cousin. As are we all.

It was a good day  . . . with much thankfulness.

Happy Thanksgiving!

And may you have a comfy chair awaiting you after the feast!

Friends and family are gathering here today. I'm doing the turkey, gravy, dressing, rolls, pumpkin chiffon pie, and my grandmother's cranberry-celery-pineapple-pecan gelatin salad. Friends and family are bringing starters, sides, and more desserts.

I've been pecking away at various things since Sunday -- getting as much as possible done in advance. 

In a fit of nostalgia-inspired hubris, I decided to attempt butterflake rolls -- the rolls John and I both remember from the Thanksgivings of our youth.  They came from Nagles' Bakery in Tampa and were sublime. I hope this recipe will turn out to be something like what we both remember. (As I posted this Wednesday night, I'll have to let you know in the comments how they were.)

I am SO thankful to be here for Thanksgiving rather than incarcerated in a nursing home as I was last year!

And, of course  we're thankful for Josie!

What a joy it is to have her in our lives!

May your Thanksgiving be as you would have it! I'm thankful for your friendship.