Tuesday, November 28, 2006

What I did on the biggest bar night of the year

My Thanksgiving isn't Thanksgiving without the baking of an astronomical amount of pies. This year, Mom calculated that we needed 18. Baking them was, um, entertaining. As always.

We baked pies by the warmth of a fire. How quaint.

World's largest vat of pumpkin pie innards.

As you can see, my cousin Danielle and I weren't great at making crust, but Mom refused to do it. She claimed some ridiculous crap about practice making perfect.

Danielle attempts to keep her cool while making crust.

Attempt is the key word.

Nice try?

Pies in the oven.

Pumpkin pie. Two of eight.

Pecan pies!

Pretty close to perfect, no?

I'm always in charge of the cranberries, 'cause they're my absolute faaaavorite.

This next picture has nothing to do with pies. But I wanted to share.

Meg, dressed in a mask Danielle brought home from the show she's in, provided the Thanksgiving entertainment.


Anonymous said...

I love all the great pictures! (Although the last one actually made me jump). LOL.

Blog Template by Delicious Design Studio