Thanksgiving, part 2

We had an excellent Thanksgiving yesterday.  During the day things were slow-paced enough that I found myself wondering, "Have I forgotten something that I'm supposed to be doing?"

Here's the food I made:

• Monkey bread (frozen rolls with a topping of instant butterscotch pudding mix, brown sugar, and butter)
• Chess bars (a base made of boxed cake mix and butter, and a topping of cream cheese, eggs, and a box of powdered sugar)
• Pecan pie (probably the best dessert ever, and I make it very well)

At Thanksgiving dinner I was asked if I'd ever eaten anything and thought, "That's too sweet!"  The answer is no.  I don't think that's ever happened.  Really.  My dad suggested that I should walk into the gathering carrying a five-pound bag of sugar, eating it with a spoon, and announce, "This is my favorite Thanksgiving food!"

My mom made cranberry salad (delicious and NOT made entirely of sugar) and cherry salad (I didn't try this due to the dirty looks my dad sent my way when there were suggestions that anyone else might eat it).

Here's Maybelle's Thanksgiving dinner:

We had a feast with two families we love.  We learned about different food preferences (for instance, Claire doesn't like gravy--I don't know how that's humanly possible), different Thanksgiving staples in different regions of the country (Conseula is from Louisiana and they have corn macaque choux, which she brought), and how many years it will be before Thanksgiving and Hannukah happen at the same time again (there was dissent in various news sources--tens of thousands of years!)

We also got to sing happy birthday to a member of the party whose birthday was on Thanksgiving.  Quite the celebration!

I won't describe how our evening ended, with certain five-year-old losing control of her bowels on the couch.  Other than that, it was a perfect Thanksgiving!

Gobble tov!