Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!!!
The air outside is crisp and the fireplace inside is crackling and warming up the house - it's Thanksgiving!
We sat in front of that fire and watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade right to the end so that I could wave at Santa (yes, I know that he couldn't see me through the television but I can't help myself) - it's Thanksgiving!
We assembled the buffet that allows us to graze throughout the day until THE meal is ready - it's Thanksgiving!
The air outside is crisp and the fireplace inside is crackling and warming up the house - it's Thanksgiving!
We sat in front of that fire and watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade right to the end so that I could wave at Santa (yes, I know that he couldn't see me through the television but I can't help myself) - it's Thanksgiving!
We assembled the buffet that allows us to graze throughout the day until THE meal is ready - it's Thanksgiving!
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| A new recipe - brie, prosciutto, cranberry crostini with balsamic raspberry glaze. |
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| More new recipes - pumpkin spice cream horns and ricotta and prosciutto on a sea salt cracker drizzled with honey. |
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| And yet another new recipe - baked brie with raspberry jam. |
Football was watched and cheered and booed - it's Thanksgiving!
The dessert buffet was assembled so that we could end our delicious dinner with a sweet treat - it's Thanksgiving!
The dessert buffet was assembled so that we could end our delicious dinner with a sweet treat - it's Thanksgiving!
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| Bishop's special recipe - Apple Hours. |
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| And, of course, pumpkin pie. |
And, of course, the obligatory family photo around the table (they try to humor me, sort of) - it's Thanksgiving!
And, because it is Thanksgiving I feel as though I need to leave you with something beautiful and thoughtful. I have been listening to Art Garfunkel's version of Morning Has Broken lately and today it keeps playing over and over in my head. The lyrics seem Thanksgiving - y to me.
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass
Mine is the sunglight
Mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise ev'ry morning
God's recreation of the new day
Morning has broken
It's Thanksgiving - Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!
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