The awful night of sleep filled with half nightmares about dinner being ruined didn't come true. Only one minor mishap. The bread. I think it was because I was getting a little cocky about being able to make it and I was meant to be taken down a peg or tow. But aside from my bread rising too much and collapsing somewhat (though remaining fairly tasty and edible once baked) I think our Thanksgiving went pretty well. I'll spare everyone further details because all across blog land there is mostly Turkey Talk and after all day in the kitchen I don't want to even think about Thanksgiving anymore.
So without further ado...here are a few pictures...
Tristyn was mad because I made him go outside to play for awhile and his idea of getting even was to hide from the camera.