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| 1.5L dwarfing sweet little 750mL... Good pinot or good pinot? Which do you prefer? | 
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| Tradition. | 
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| Clint Eastwood is terrified of this scowl. | 
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| Candied pecans! I'm making it a point to candy nuts more often. | 
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| Ugly. Always. | 
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| Sure. | 
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| Math makes his head hurt. Enter calculator. | 
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| Blue Moon. | 
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| Herbaceous. | 
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| The good ol' boys. | 
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| Jared wasn't at all excited about monkey bread. | 
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| In case you're wondering... No, that dough isn't cooked yet. | 
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| That's Blue Moon in the glass. Shh. Don't tell Sam. | 
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| Turkey thigh-master | 
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| The perfect autumn setting. | 
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| The monkey bread explodeth. | 
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| Shamoo just couldn't wait. | 
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| Done! Almost. | 
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| In the meantime... | 
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| Jared. | 
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| Shamoo. | 
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| Unloading the monkey bread was a team effort. | 
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| Num-nums. | 
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| Take it easy boys. Take it easy. | 
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| Dean is raising the roof. He's that hip with the times. | 
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| Showin' off mah skills. | 
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| Click to enlarge - it's that entertaining. | 
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| You're wishing I'd left this one thumbnail sized, aren't you? | 
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| Finished! | 
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| My first real, midwest monkey bread! I'm into it. Thanks Robin. | 
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| Aw. Sleeper. | 
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| Sleepy little bugger. | 
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| After Jared tried to step OVER Shamoo and ended up stepping ON Shamoo. This was his apology. | 
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| Green bean casserole. | 
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| Bacon, cream cheese, sour cream & garlic mashed potatoes. I win. | 
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| Bourbon & apple cider brined turkey thighs. | 
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| Homemade cranberry & apple chutney. | 
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| Balsamic glazed brussels sprouts with candied pecans, bacon, dried cranberries & goat cheese. | 
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| Cornbread, apple, fennel & sage sausage stuffing. | 
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| The Great Kitchen Massacre of 2011. | 
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| I get bored. And vain. | 
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| "Shaun of the Turkey" is our new tradition (watching Shaun of the Dead during turkey dinner) | 
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| My epic plate. Oooh... Happiness. | 
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| Cranium again. | 
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| This was about the extent of my mood after dinner. | 
So this is what became of the Camaraderie Thanksgiving.
I think I'm still recovering.
My stomach is still full... Though let's be honest, that's probably from the bowl of leftovers I had for breakfast.
Oy. I need to eat a salad. 
 
I'm really stoked that this year's feast wasn't nearly as gluttonous as the last. I enjoy not hating myself after dinner.
ReplyDeleteDamn. That looks delish.
ReplyDeleteI am good at the humdingers. You would pick me for your team, I just know it.
Robin: I know seriously... We must be getting more mature (?)
ReplyDeleteMolly: Done. I'm personally not allowed to do the humdingers most of the time because my friend Jared hates my humming so much... I need someone to pass that baton to!
The food looks delicious (way better than mine this year) and the company looks fun- as it should be. I'll take the good pinot, please.
ReplyDeleteLol@ Robin. I like not hating myself after any meal let alone dinner.