Photos from my first experience cooking the Thanksgiving meal:

The turkey. Brined it, then basted it with a spice/butter/wine combination. MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm.

The meal. Turkey (white meat and dark on separate plates), corn pudding, bacon mashed potatoes, sausage-apple-sage stuffing, cranberry-almond relish, turnip greens with parsnips and apples and ham hocks, bacon and parmesan rolls, and gravy.

Apple pie.

Goodness gracious that looks good.

I think we should all be thankful for having survived another year (since last Thanksgiving) & for the blessings of living in the USA, and for the wonderful people who make our lives worth living.

I am thankful for everything. I feel pretty lucky.

http://www.altonbrown.com/pdfs/AB_turkey_derrick.pdf

I have no frame of reference for your odd customs. We get a warm beverage and watch the stampeding crowd trampling injuries and deaths on the television.  As far as I can tell this is some modern consumer perversion of ancient stoning rituals.  I don’t quite get how they get people to participate though. You may be trampled to death, but if you survive, you may (may) get a 8mb iPod shuffle for $10.

The food spread looks yummy LP. I had to Google ham hocks though.

Also, and it may just be me but there appears to be a miniature Spazmo leering out from behind the chair. The abundance of food is a pleasure to behold. but the Mini Spazmo, frankly I found that a little disconcerting.

Yes, that is a miniature Spazmo. I am next to him (you can see the top of my forehead—it was before I got my hair cut, I look terrible).  It’s like he’s staring at you over the chair.