Thanksgiving was good.
Karlie (our niece) thought the desserts meant it was Aya's (me) birthday again.
She sang Happy Birthday to everyone, I think.
Frank and I love to bug her and she loves us.
We got her!
Karlie rode the train that Poppy made her (twice) to see the horses on the other side of the neighborhood.
We fed the horse that came to the fence.
Karlie and I both have sparkly shoes.
I found them both at a thrift store on the same trip.
She Loooooves shoes.
The desserts were great, though there were way too many.
Lemon Curd, you are sinful. My first time to make you will not be my last!
Millionaire's Shortbread was shared with family friends that we visited, more will be shared tonight and some will be frozen. It goes a long way.
Frank's smoked Turkey didn't come off the smoker until 2 AM yesterday but it was well worth the wait. He did a great job!
I slept for eleven hours last night and I think I have recovered from Thanksgiving at Central Market. Good thing since I'm back to work today.
Have a great weekend.