This year, we decided to celebrate Thanksgiving by having a few drinks with the ducks.
The mallard was being particularly randy, putting up a rooster tail of water as he chased the hens about the basin of the fountain.
The spread that the Peabody puts forth is not to be equaled. We had fried green tomatoes with creme fraiche, cheese, and scallions.
Our favorite is always the seafood course. Plump shrimp, caviar, smoked salmon, scallops, sushi, and smokey grilled vegetables spilled over the edges of our plates.
We talked about all the things that make our life so very special. I am thankful for such a loving, talented, wonderful person to share my life. And put up with my pet obsession.
And dessert. I was thankful that it was a splurge day and the Peabody never scrimps on the dessert table!
There were tiny creme brulees, dark chocolate cupcakes, fruit tarts, ice cream with a thousand choices of toppings, and rich gooey brownies.
And all the while we were serenaded by the lovely sounds of Francis and her harp. Hud knows her from his wedding photography days.
The Peabody chefs had prepared all the holiday decorations. There is a sleigh and fondant covered elves.
And a tiny gingerbread town with a real train running through it.
Friday, we celebrated at home. I made a spicy turkey, bourbon sweet potato souffle, turnip greens, fluffy biscuits, cranberry/raspberry sauce, and my Grandmother Elois' sausage/cornbread dressing. I have to make it for every major holiday. There is no recipe. Just the memory of helping her make it. I feel it helps me to keep her alive.
The kids were all in attendance. That's a snippet of Simone's tail in the lower right. Aida was on the table. I know. Stop it. Even sweet Carmen came down and made a rare appearance for the meal.
And I was very thankful for that.
I hope everyone is having a joyful and happy holiday!