Chris started calling the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving “Thanksg-evening.” This is the night where the important prep work is done, and “the World Turned Upside Down” album is played. I make awesome cranberry sauce anyway, but this year’s experimentation resulted in my best cranberry sauce yet: Brandy Apple Cider Cranberry Sauce!
Chris and I brined the turkey with dried herbs brought from our FL garden. He carried on the tradition of the Manly Art of Pie Making and produced his best pumpkin pies EVER.
When we were little, the kids made the stuffing. We toasted endless amounts of bread and cut it into pieces. My dad recently laughed about how the best way to occupy the kids while the parents did real prep was to give us a bunch of dull knives and let us loose on that task. And here I thought we were doing meaningful work!
Eloise and I were there, too. Baby selfie!
Mari’s Brandy Apple Cider Cranberry Sauce
Friday morning we had Chris’ delicious pie for breakfast of course. Then we took down all the fall decorations and hustled them up to the attic. Next stop? A tree lot!
Eloise cries all the time. ALL THE TIME. For this outing, however, she enjoyed being zipped into my puffer vest. It was really really cold. Lots of elderly ladies smiled at us. We got a huge tree. Chris tied it to the top of the car. So far, so good.
“THE TREE IS FALLING DOWN! IT IS FALL OFF THE CAR! DON’T GO FAST! THE TREE IS FALL OFF THE CAR!”
“Who says I cry all the time? Maybe I just want one of those brandy apple ciders! Look how cute I am.”