I got up early that very frigid morning and did the 5k Turkey Trot to benefit the Ballard Food Bank. We clocked a wicked good time thanks to the mostly downhill course and you bet it was a lot easier to eat that extra scoop of mashed potatoes that was about to happen. Also, note who is not 5' 2" tall...I'm the one with bent knees slouching on the end. I've got to remember to pack my tall friends wherever I go.
Anyhow, Thanksgiving was never particularlly high on the list of favorite holidays because my family couldn't all get together and cook and stay sober and not fight at the same time. So that usually resulted on over cooked every thing and the Norweign culture left little be desired when the plate of pickled herring, bowl of seafood stew and minced meat pie passed by. Plus by the time dinner was actually served, the uncles were each a bottle in and politics were the topic of discussion. This is the recipe for complete holiday disaster.
So in the past few years we've taken the C family over to the K's family home for a quite and traditional thanksgiving. It is simply splendid. It's quiet, delicious, and the mashed potatoes are to die for. Literally, they might kill you but its a good way to go in my book.
Can't you feel your arteries clogging just looking at it?
Apple pie
This is Dad smiling.
This is Dad tired of me taking pictures. He was a good sport.
And of course, Thanksgiving allows us the time to reflect on the things we are grateful that we have or don't have in our lives. You bet I spent extra time on my gratitude list that night.
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