You are what you eat...

Gobble gobble.

Escanaba was fab. Thanksgiving was delish. Here's how the day went (according to Maizey.)

I slapped the bird. 

 Orchestrated Papa's cooking.

Watched dad wake up,

And then keep Mom company in the kitchen.
(Eyes O-P-E-N please, Dada.)

Mama was in charge of the stuffing (and chose to add sausage).

And the gobbler (but Papa took care of the brining).

Pete and Gram were on second shift.

While I slept (see monitor - to the right of Mr. American Indian).

When I awoke, the table was set and we got down to business.

(After a beach walk - pics to come.)

"What, no wine in my sippy? Sham."

But, I really enjoyed dinner. Though I ate most of the meal in the kitchen while I helped Grandpa (Papa) carve the bird. Favorites? Stuffing and white meat poultry. 

In two years we'll work on the family photo.

So much to be thankful for!