Cooking and Feasting

This morning Ami and I worked side-by-side in the kitchen preparing for Thanksgiving. It was fun to talk and cook and share the day together. It still didn't feel like Thanksgiving. Without decorations and Wal-Marts screaming turkeys and pumpkin pies on every aisle, you begin to feel like you're in a warped time zone without holidays. You lose track of what time of the year it is. Especially with a climate that stays *somewhat* consistent.

Ami was preparing an apple pie, and since I'd prepared my hashbrown casserole last night, I decided to make some mint tea. As I was washing the mint tea leaves, Ami pointed out that she had a little extra pie crust. If you're a member of my family, you know what that means! Mom's famous cinnamon rolls! I grabbed the small handful of dough and began to roll it out, coating it with butter, cinnamon and sugar.
Unfortunately, as I mentioned before, it was a *little* amount of extra dough. In fact, they were so small that some UNrolled. But it was still enough to have with our tea. Ami's apple pie came out looking absolutely beautiful, and it didn't taste too shabby either!
Later we went to our feast. Mark and Bruce, the dads of my two adopted families, cut the turkeys. These birds were monsters!