You might see this photo and be under the impression that I am somehow responsible for all the food and festivities before me. That was intentional. I told my sister to take my picture and I did the "I made this!" pose, as you can see here. But it's a lie! My mother did all of the cooking and planning and decorating. However, I *did* play a big part in finishing the green bean casserole dish that's two pans to my left.
This is the pre-Thanksgiving spread that my mother made for us on Thanksgiving morning. You can see her cranberry corn bread, as well as two pumpkin pies. In the foreground are these things called Muffin Tops. They're like muffins, but just the top half, as the name implies. I had never heard of these before Thanksgiving, but we are now well acquainted. I am proud to report that everything in this photo is now gone from the Earth by way of stomachs. Well, just the food. Not the glass trays or the counter. We aren't animals.
Here are some turkeys. I believe they are not different states of the same turkey. The top one was the 'eat' turkey and the bottom one was the 'show' turkey. Nevertheless, they both became the 'eat' turkey by the end of the night. I don't know what that rub stuff is that my mother used on the top turkey, but it was delicious.
Here is the table where all the eating went down.
Here is a pecan pie in various stages of consumption. I love this pie so much. For my next birthday I want a swimming pool full of this pie. By the end of the night, we somehow had one whole pecan pie left over. My sister brought it to work and let her coworkers eat it! I now consider myself an only child. There's no way those coworkers did anything to deserve all that delicious pie. My sister was way too nice to them.
There's a closeup of the pumpkin pie above. And a picture of what I believe is banana nut bread. I just realized while writing this that I did not eat any of this bread pictured above. Look, there was a ton of food. I apologize to my mother and to the banana nut bread. It looks delicious.
I thought I'd close with another picture of the cranberry corn bread. The youth where I work love this stuff. They talk about it on a fairly regular basis. This bread is capable of spreading happiness across all lines of potential separation in this country: generational, economic, racial, gender, political, cultural, and so on and so forth. Everyone loves this bread. It doesn't matter who you are. If you are alive, you'll like it. Unless you don't like cranberries, but even then, this might be an exception. And in my opinion, that's what Thanksgiving is all about. We set aside our differences and remember that there's one thing we can all agree on: food is delicious. Especially my mother's food.
By the way! Everyone who reads this, please comment and ask my mother to make us another pecan pie. I won't let my sister bring it to work this time. My wife and I will eat it. It's so delicious. We can't wait another 365 days!