With Covid cases raging (yes, this is still a thing), we had to split up Thanksgiving into shifts and spent the weeks leading up to it under lockdown because no one wants a side of the Vid with their mashed potatoes.
My parents came to our house on Thanksgiving where we dined on some of the best cooked and smoked turkey in the history of turkey. The kids made their own butter, and we imposed the three-second rule on a can of open cranberry sauce gone rogue. It was a delightful day!
{My mom and kids sitting on the kitchen floor atop a fur coat shaking cream into butter. That’s a weird sentence. Not pictured: Mason. Because that kid refuses to work on holidays.}
{The annual homemade pumpkin pie. Not because anyone loves to eat pumpkin pie. Carrying on my grandpa’s legacy with this old family recipe...}
Then we headed out to Iowa where we spent the weekend with round two of Thanksgiving. Same menu, different family, but just as great!
{We took advantage of the perfect weather to go on a two-mile hike around the lake at the state park while waiting for the turkey to cook.}
{Hats off to these chefs!}
Covid has done an amazing job of forcing us to reimagine everything. And we are doing an amazing job of knocking that challenge out of the park!
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