The turkey is thawing even as I type. And the pantry is filled with all the necessities for a yummy dinner.
On Saturday, I'm making our traditional Finnish Orange Bread with Erik. I think it might be his first venture into bread-making. And I've collected all the fixin's for Mrs. Knight's Pecan Pie recipe--because it's just not Turkey Day for John without his favorite dessert. I thought I'd start serving it for dessert that night since a little pecan pie goes a long way and I'm not sure how long his appetite will be up and running next week. There's a limit to how long I can tolerate pie sitting around uneaten!
Erik has a soccer game on Sunday--a return match with Sonoma State. They creamed UNR in last weekend's tournament match so we're hoping Nevada brings some defense to the table this week. We'll just pop the turkey in the oven while we're watching soccer. Who would think we'd still be planning our schedules around our favorite game?
The best thing about our (early) Thanksgiving this year will be that John will be feeling like eating--so very different from last November when his innards were giving him plenty of grief every time he ate, digested, or laid down. We're not expecting him to make an appearance at the dinner table Thursday--but Erik and I will manage to dine nicely on turkey leftovers as well as fresh pies.
This was the best fruit year here EVER and I'll be making a pie from our own apples--seen here in Mother Nature's refrigerator.
Do you love the vintage fruit-picking bucket ? It's one of our most handy-dandy acquisitions that's been filled with bumper crops of peaches and apples. Because it hangs from the tree branch, the doggities can't get to it which is appreciated by the human pack. As one of my kindergartners puts it, "fruit makes my dog toot." Out of the mouths of babes.
On Saturday, I'm making our traditional Finnish Orange Bread with Erik. I think it might be his first venture into bread-making. And I've collected all the fixin's for Mrs. Knight's Pecan Pie recipe--because it's just not Turkey Day for John without his favorite dessert. I thought I'd start serving it for dessert that night since a little pecan pie goes a long way and I'm not sure how long his appetite will be up and running next week. There's a limit to how long I can tolerate pie sitting around uneaten!
Erik has a soccer game on Sunday--a return match with Sonoma State. They creamed UNR in last weekend's tournament match so we're hoping Nevada brings some defense to the table this week. We'll just pop the turkey in the oven while we're watching soccer. Who would think we'd still be planning our schedules around our favorite game?
The best thing about our (early) Thanksgiving this year will be that John will be feeling like eating--so very different from last November when his innards were giving him plenty of grief every time he ate, digested, or laid down. We're not expecting him to make an appearance at the dinner table Thursday--but Erik and I will manage to dine nicely on turkey leftovers as well as fresh pies.
Do you love the vintage fruit-picking bucket ? It's one of our most handy-dandy acquisitions that's been filled with bumper crops of peaches and apples. Because it hangs from the tree branch, the doggities can't get to it which is appreciated by the human pack. As one of my kindergartners puts it, "fruit makes my dog toot." Out of the mouths of babes.
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