|My very own mountain man|
We soon started planning and things just kept growing to the point that Wednesday he was constructing a corn hole game, while I sewed up bean bags and made 8 pilgrim skirts and three indian shirts, all while trying to also put together our part of the meal. In the beginning he shunned any idea of food cooked indoors. He kept saying, "Did the pilgrims do it that way?” When I politely pointed out that the pilgrims probably didn’t have a motorized rotisserie, he conceded and let me continue with some of the dishes that are traditional for our family.
|The little pinecone turkey was made by Thumper.|
|Nothing taste quite as good as fire roasted corn!|
Although things were a little different than usual there were plenty of similarities too. We all ate too much, we enjoyed being together, and we couldn’t get a few certain people to even consider playing a board game with us.
|Standing in line for their great-grandpa to cut them a piece of sugar cane|
|Staring into the sun, trying to hurry before some have to leave, very imperfect-perfect picture|
Thanksgiving is my absolute favorite holiday. It revolves around the things that are dear to me faith and family.