Once all the hard work was done, we could fix our plates and get down to eating. One of the ways you know it's Thanksgiving is that all your food touches.
Can't pose. Chewing.
After the feast, it is traditional to lie very still so as not to be crushed under the weight of one's own stomach. With the starchy goodness of mashed potatoes, butternut squash, homemade egg noodles, and dressing weighing us down, we did this for quite a while. Later, when we could move, we had a little more starch in the form of pumpkin pie and upside-down pear cake.
And now, I'll finish up this very drawn out Thanksgiving coverage with some embarrasing pictures:
I'm from Tennessee. In Tennessee, it is acceptable to pronounce the word "pie" as "piaaahhhh." When you've been drinking wine for a couple of hours and you say the word "piaaahhhh" in a comically exaggerated fashion, it looks like that.
Is she trembling in fear or shaking with joy? The world may never know.
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