I had a nice Thanksgiving.
It started early, when I went to pick up the pies we were taking to Carol's for early dinner. I stopped by Ralph's to pick up ingredients for enchilladas, my McConnell holiday tradition. I put the beef and chicken on to simmer as soon as I got back home.
It took longer than I planned for the meat to finish, but the enchilladas came together nicely. I just cooked them in a cooling oven for ten minutes, then covered them with foil, to be reheated at the Bowsers later in the evening.
We brought pies, a gravy boat, two ladles, and a meat thermometer to my sister's house. I used my meat thermometer to verify that the turkey was indeed done, and helped out a little with the side dish preparations. I had a nice chat with my Dad about USC football while Carol and Sheehan finished up in the kitchen.
The resulting meal was fantastic. The turkey was just about perfect, and Sheehan did a very credible job with the carving. Justin smashed the potatoes old-school style, with a hand masher, and also baked the biscuits and helped cook the peas and corn. Everything was warm and fresh when we sat down to eat. (Carole believes she ate close to a full pound of turkey...)
A couple of us had small pieces of pie, and we got to say hi to Francine, Gabriella, Becka, and Maggie, who were down visiting Francine's mom for the day. We made a quick stop back home to pick up Carole's purple mashed potatos, the enchilladas, and the birthday gifts, and headed out to Karen's.
We got to the Bowser's around 5:45pm (about 15 minutes late), and were surprised to find only Rick, Ann, Jimmy, and Karen to be there. The other's arrived later - Pat and Harvey didn't get there until 7:15am - but it was all good in the end. Everyone had a good time, but I'm glad I had a great meal earlier in the day, because the food wasn't ideal. Too many people in a small kitchen, all trying to get things heated up &mdash the food was good, but some things weren't hot, and my enchilladas suffered from an early spot in the stove schedule.