My family and I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving unless my sister and brother-in-law are in town because well, they know how to cook a turkey, and really only those two and my dad will eat it. REB and I were busy on Thanksgiving Day with his families, so we planned on making a huge dinner at my parents house on Black Friday. Nothing fancy; basically what I’d eat every day if I were living at home, but more of it!
My mom and I spent a good portion of the day cooking. I love my mom more than anything. I love cooking with her, too.
Isn’t she adorable? (^_^)
Uh, apparently REB got a hold of my camera. Yep, that’s me. Cutting up some tomatoes…moving on…
The world’s cutest dog knew he wasn’t allowed in the kitchen. That didn’t stop him from giving me extra large puppy eyes and pouts. I don’t blame him. The house smelled soooo good.
Turkey, stuffing and mashed potatoes might considered the norm, but nothing beats a home-cooked Indian meal!
For me, this defines comfort and a sense of home. All that and so much more is what I’m most thankful for this Thanksgiving.