Sometimes known as "Happy Turkey Day" in our neck of the woods even thought I have yet to find one turkey (save the pardoned one at the White House) who is happy about it.
In a bit, we are headed to our hometown for the traditional meal with my side of the family. We'll also have to make the trek to the nursing home to see my grandma who is still recovering from her fall, two broken arms and the surgery to fix them. M2 has a suncatcher for her window. She's been very artsy lately.
We put together an apple crisp for today. While I peeled and sliced the apples, M2 and Hubs worked on the topping. As Hubs is apt to do, he honed in on one thing (in this case the butter) and then proceeded to ask the same question regarding the butter over and over...only in different forms. The third time he asked about whether he should soften the butter first (which is his way of telling me he thinks he should), M2 looked at him and said, "Dad! No. Mom told you that already one time."
I wanted to give her a hug, but my hands were all apple-y.
The crumbly topping, thanks to entirely too much manhandling (notice: not kid handling) was more like sand than crumbly topping and most of it sifted to the bottom of the baking dish. It still smells delicious so we'll take a chance and take it to dinner.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours! Is it bad that I wish at least part of this day could be spent on a couch, blogging, in the gulch? For those spending the holiday without their deployed loved one, I remember doing the same and will be in your shoes at this time next year. We'll be remembering your family member today, along with you, as we sit down to say grace.