A few weeks ago Josh went to Oman for work and brought home this present for me:
I miss finding laughs like this all the time. Darn quality control here in Bahrain.
The closest we get to silly shopping finds is something like this sweater that was clearly a nod to the recent “What the Fox” trend.
We had a great Thanksgiving weekend. Good food, good friends, and extra rest.
My Thanksgiving present from my photographer friend. We were at her house for dinner and she grabbed her camera and took us all outside for a quick family photo.
She also took this one of our two cuties together
The biggest surprise of the day was how much Caleb helped out in the kitchen (his idea). In this photo, he’s making the gravy.
My undercooked turkey — meat thermometers and Middle Eastern ovens lie. There were parts that were cooked and parts that weren’t, but thankfully I had an emergency smoked turkey so we had enough to feed everyone. (Thanks Mom!) The rest of it went in the crockpot overnight and was turned into turkey Shepherd’s pie the next day.
While I was cooking turkey, mashed potatoes, dressing and gravy, Caleb decided he wanted to make a dessert. I told him that as long as I didn’t have to do anything and he could wait for the oven to be available, he could have at it. He got out my Pioneer Woman cookbook and made French pastry puffs all by himself. (They are similar to muffins that are rolled in butter and cinnamon sugar . . . yum.) And when I say I didn’t help, I mean it. I didn’t pick out the recipe, get out any of the ingredients, or even take them out of the oven. I helped him sound out the word “alternate” in the recipe and that was it.
A plate full and a mouthful of dessert!
Happy Thanksgiving.