One thing you can be sure of when Pa joins you for a holiday: he brings with him a certain je ne sais quoi (and a plastic milk crate, several bottles of wine and his notes. Always with the notes).
This Thanksgiving was no different...
Pa was prepared to put the feed bag on as evidenced by his choice of pants (i.e. room to grow):
We have a theory that Pa may be shrinking from his towering 5'8" prime of life height:
Or maybe Will is just growing...
After appetizers including this cleverly disguised vegetable/pickle/olive turkey...
It was time for everyone (mostly) to gather round the Thanksgiving table
Not that I got a great picture of it...
Oooh, here's a good shot... of the vintage turkey salt & pepper shakers that belonged to the original Nana Bowles
Back to Pa. Everyone brought something to the festivities. For example, Uncle brought two kinds of sauces (hot and sweet, along with beer, apple cider and sparkling cider).
Pa brought shallots.
Would you like to know how he prepared them? Just ask, he'll tell you. Make sure you have 10-15 minutes though (along with brown sugar, balsamic vinegar, a nonstick skillet...).
Pa went around the table and insisted that everyone tell him how many shallots they ate. I think Nana had the highest number at 4. Impressive.
While Pa's shallots were tasty (and featured quite the involved multi-step, multi-day preparation), several of us contended they were not quite as good as the shallots I made for Christmas 2005. That was our first Christmas in Charlotte and all the grandparents (and Uncle!) made the trek down. I prepared, for the first and so far only time, prime rib with roasted shallots. They were a-mazing. Thus, a spirited discussion ensued comparing Pa's shallots to the Charlotte Shallots. Imagine the tongue twisting wordplay, go ahead...
Next, Pa decided to show us a funny video. He said it was "about 2 minutes long" and had a dog in it.
Well, you know how Pa sometimes takes 'slice of life' videos that last 10-15 minutes and feature limited narration, poor lighting and a questionable storyline? Yep, this video was one of those. Of course Pa thought it was hilarious. He lived it though. #IGuessYouHadToBeThere
Interlude: Turkey twins!
I didn't get a picture of Pa quizzing us on our language skills using his talking wine app. Use your imagination.
Did you hear how Oxford Dictionaries Word of the Year for 2013 is Selfie? We talked about that too. Then several of us whipped out our iPhones and took selfies to demonstrate to Pa what a selfie is.
Here's mine (the fish lips are slimming to the cheeks...right??)
Me & Bubbe:
Me & Pa (I took this one, he seems skeptical):
Pa & Will (Pa's trying to take one):
After eating and chatting and hearing Uncle's favorite joke 4+ times (What do you call an Italian hooker? A pasta-tute!) we were all stuffed.
You know what that means for Pa, right? Naptime! (no photos, but believe me, it happened)
A while later we all rallied for dessert. Cuyler kicked off the buffet:
Pa selected pecan pie and vanilla ice cream. It's hard to say what ended up being funnier regarding Pa and his dessert ~ when he dropped his plate on the floor, scooped up the fallen pie and kept on eating (so casual! plus, Cuyler had vacuumed just hours earlier) or this little chain of events...
Bubbe goes to the kitchen and swipes the can of whipped cream
Bubbe stands next to Pa as he is enjoying his pie...then
Bubbe squirts whipped cream on Pa's bald head!
Perplexed, yet Pa keeps right on eating
I thought I was taking video of the entire thing but of course I didn't press the start button. Classic!
After dessert we settled in for some football watching until Ebby the Organizer decided it was time for the family talent show (which will have it's own post). Spoiler alert: Pa working the kinks out of his neck while pointing his phone at the television was not the winner...
Thanks for coming Pa, and thanks for the laughs!