The admission price to dinner at the Mulvenon Family Thanksgiving extavaganza was a photo. Of them. Taken by me. In a cowl. Or a hat. Or both. As you will see below, they were all quite agreeable, and posed nicely.
Somehow Dan escaped my notice. He's like that. Flying under the radar. In retrospect, I would have given him an out anyway seeing as how arrived bearing dinner rolls. You know the kind. Home-made, warm, very slightly sweet, tender, perfect for mopping up your plate because you are not about to leave a single taste of deliciousness on your plate.
This plate. Which is clearly packed full of everyone's best culinary offerings. Luckily the weather cooperated for the annual pre-turkey dinner hike, which allowed us to load up our plates freely, knowing our bodies needed to replenish the vast number of calories burned during the hike.
Along the way we did a little hedge-ball bowling, coyote howling, and bird watching.
After dinner Ann unveiled her assortment of desserts. This year she added a "poached pear gingerbread" concoction. Which was tasty in addition to being an impressive site.
But my favorite was the repeat of the cherry pie she brought last year. Complete with lattice top, a nice firm crust, and a juicy tartish/sweet filling. This has now become a MUST to all Thanksgiving dinners, in the same way as Mary's cranberries, Dan's rolls, Sean & Andrea's vegetables, Tom & Jan's potatoes, and Chris's turkey. I am the mastermind behind it all and am therefore not required to have a standard. This year I added kale salad with butternut squash, cranberries, and pumpkin seeds.
It was a lovely day that ended with some time in the art room with Eleanor. Who, may I say, takes after the Moss sisters in her love of cats and obvious artistic talents. Even though we share no common genetic material.
I feel there will be more shared sketchbook time with this one in my future. Especially seeing as how she modeled the cowl so nicely for me.