Gobble gobble

A few days and a couple of Thanksgiving dinners later, Cas and I are safely tucked in at home.  We were at his mom's house for the majority of the day on Thursday, then we went over to Holly's house, where my parents were eating their turkey.

It was a good day, and Mom started it off for me by showing how Dad helped with the bird.

Cas and I were assigned to bring a fruit salad to Jeanne's house, but I think she made that call before she tried any of my cooking.  Next year, I think I may get a more complicated assignment.  No matter- we made a beautiful fruit salad.  In fact, we went to Whole Foods to get the best and prettiest fruit available. 

It was a bunch of dang hippies and well-off white people.  I don't know if you can see it in this photo, but we were looking at white guy dreadlocks.  Perhaps the grossest hairstyle available to white people, the dread is generally dirty and usually very smelly.  

The fruit is always fresh and very yummy, but you have to swallow a lot of outrage while you walk through a whole foods.  Behold, organic dog treats:

For the bargain price of $7.49. There was a big basket of infinity scarves that look like something a kid made on a summer camp loom.  I didn't read closely enough, but it was likely some fundraiser for a blind, mentally challenged women's shelter.  The sign suggested that patrons who wanted the ugly scarves could be socially conscious trendsetters or something of that sort.  Ugh. 

Anyhow, we got the fruit, made the fruit salad and took it over to Jeanne's house.  The meal there was very good, and we took off just in time to catch pies at my cousin's house.  That was Holly, Kris, Jason, Alejandro, Haley, Joe, Autumn, Wiley, Mom, Dad, Handyman Jim and the triplets.  I was probably correct in my thinking that we didn't need to be two more hungry people at that table.  Arrival for the pie portion of the day was probably for the best.  

We also brought along a dozen brand new (but washed) plastic containers to use and share.  We managed to take six of them home, and that's totally fine.  I think Jim has a few and there have to be some in Holly's fridge.  No matter.  We went home and had some leftovers that evening.  

Now, we must tidy up a little and prepare to host a movie night for my family on our giant TV.  They're bringing pizza from Campizi's.  We have red wine.  This will work out just fine.