Giving Thanksgiving Thanks

In the jungles of Kinta, the mind switches gears very quickly. The Thanksgiving holiday was preceded with many nights of cleaning, shopping, and food prep. But on the eve of the big day, we were preoccupied with the most important item on the agenda for the day: Booze.

You see, my buddy Takako was in town from Michigan for the weekend, and she needed some ding-dang entertaining! Of course, Mike and I humbly obliged.

Now, THAT's entertainment!

Now, being as I am lady, I don't dabble in idle gossip.  But I will indulge that we did indeed trip the light fantastic 'til the wee hours.  Of course, the next morning it was - chop! chop! back to work!  The turkey needed basting, the salad needed dressing, the football needed watching!  Everything turned out just as dandy as candy, I have to say, and we had a very pleasing time!  And for that, I give thanks.

I forgot to take a picture of us at the table before we started, but you can kind of see the bird carcass in the background (with Francesca picking at it).  I swear it looked much better before the feeding frenzy!

King Slagle loves himself some salty meats!

Jen, diligently guarding the crock of hot apple cider with rum, cheese and onion platter, and pumpkin empanadas.

Meeks, Tim, and Paul, clearly overwhelmed by the Thanksgiving spirit.