Pie for Breakfast

We hosted Thanksgiving at our place – it was just Brian and me, and my sweet sis, Katherine, who has recently moved to town. In spite of our smallish group, we went the whole nine yards with the meal – turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce and several vegetable sides. Of course we have crazy amounts of leftovers, especially turkey (that was a big bird!), but I figure we can freeze most and they’ll come in handy post-baby (or even pre, when I’m feeling huge and not like cooking at all – oh wait, I feel like that most of the time now anyhow…well, you get the idea).
We had a great time – phoned the out-of-town family while meal prep was finishing up, and then gathered around the table with all of our food and five kernels of corn each, which we used throughout the meal to represent things we were each thankful for (not limited to five, but a good starting point!). Afterward we had sweet potato pie and taught Katherine to play Carcassone. By that time it was getting late, and Katherine was feeling under the weather anyhow, so we sent her home to her cat, Turkey (yes, there were a couple of jokes about that name going around yesterday).