How many times in a single day can I wash the same dish? Today was an exercise in finding out, exactly. Unfortunately, we've been drinking since about 11:30 and no one kept count. I will tell you this - it was a lot. I am certain we used every dish in the entire kitchen at least once and most of them more than once. All worth it. Aside from the fact that I sliced my finger wide open with my freshly professionally sharpened chef's knife (ouch) the food was all a smashing success. (The extra ingredient is blood...I mean...love!) We are all still so very full that we didn't even touch dessert. I know this will be a disappointment to some of my friends (Sybil, I'm looking in your direction) but I am certain we'll dive into that stuff tomorrow.
Now we are all lying around in the mostly dark living room groaning and mumbling, 3 dogs included. I have pictures for this post but I am unwilling to trek up the stairs carrying the extra dining room chair we use as our desk chair to upload them, so you'll just have to wait until I've lost about 5 pounds.
Mom will be pleased to hear that although we haven't quite gotten to dessert yet, the girls were sure to save room and they love the butterhorns. They helped make them (they have their own silicone rolling pin now) and we topped them off with sprinkles. Everything is better with sprinkles, it turns out. Those wee tykes are nestled snug in their beds with visions of butterhorns dancing in their heads while we loll about feeling sleepy. And so, on this delightful evening while we unbutton our pants at the top, it is the wish of all of us stuffed in Atlanta that all the world's people might one day feel so sated, cozy, safe and loved. Happy Thanksgiving!