The family getting ready to devour turkey on Thanksgiving day. My brother and his family came in from Pittsburgh and my parents were in from Ocala. We had two turkeys — one baked and one deep fried. I thought I’d ruined the fried turkey because I came up short on peanut oil, but it came out great anyway. I made turkey soup today out of the leftovers, and the dogs got to feast on the scraps … again.
The table was made by a Vermont carpenter, and we had major worries that it wasn’t going to get here in time for Thanksgiving. It was Lara’s present last Christmas and we’d been waiting for months to get it. It arrived two days before Christmas and with help from my brother and nephew, we got it into the dining room without inflicting damage on the house. The weaving on the back wall is made of baby alpaca wool and the three pieces on the other wall are by the Peruvian artist Seminario, all of which I purchased during my trip to Peru last spring.
More photos are on my Flickr account, including dozens of shots my niece and her buddy took while they were running amok with my digital camera …
