Gobble Gobble

It has been a week since my last post, but that is because it was Thanksgiving, and eating/intense family time trumps blogging.  Thanksgiving is one of the greatest holidays.  No gifts here; it's all about the food.  And food is something my family does very well.  The Konters have been known to botch gifts on occasion and give an ugly sweater or two, but we NEVER mess up when it comes to food. 

As always on Thanksgiving, it is my goal to stay in pajamas as much as possible, but after watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade it was time to prepare my contribution to the Thanksgiving feast, the appetizers.  I made caprese skewers and spicy shrimp boats (pictured below), which seemed to go over well with the brood of hungry Konters.  All the usual suspects were present on the table: pie, stuffing, soufflé, and of course, the turkey.  We were lucky enough to have 2 16 lb turkeys grace our table, a brine turkey and my Daddy's fried turkey.  The night before, my father and I inject the bird with a cajun spice marinade and cover with a dry rub.  Though I was not thilled to perform this tradition at 1:30 AM after a day of plane delays, it had to be done, and the resulting crispy fried goodness is always my favorite part of the meal.  A close second is the cranberry sauce.  Usually relegated to the condiment section of the table, I could make a full meal out of the quasi-side dish.  In fact, I would be happy to swim around in the mixture of cranberries, strawberies, pineapples, and nuts.

Kudos to Allison for once again hosting the fabulous event.  Snaps also go out to Allison for making that delicious cranberry sauce.  Bravo.  After loosening my belt a couple notches, I finished the evening by curling up in a blanket and watching "I Love You Man" with my family.  Perfect Thanksgiving?  Totes m'goats.

The biggest shock of the weekend was learning my brother and sister-in-law have not yet seen The Hangover.  These two are usually on the ball when it comes to movies.  Equally disappointing: hearing that they actually enjoyed watching the 12 hours of awfulness known as Australia.

After having continued to stuff my face for the remaining three days, it will be nice to get back to normal eating/exercising habits.  My thighs thank me.