But that would be a lie. The tropics part, that is.
Pantry, check, kids toy room, check, couch #54, check.
Dinner was amazing this year! We cooked 3 turkeys (okay, we cooked 2 turkeys, my uncle cooked the 3rd one) that were grown on our organic farm. Those birds were so tender that when we pulled them out of the oven the meat was falling off the bone. Literally. Great for us, not so great for photo ops. Which may seem strange to you, but is a very real life tradition of my mother's people. We never cut into a turkey unless we've first photographed the yard bird. I will never understand it, but according to legend, my Great-Grandmother Mimi has an entire album of "THE TURKEY". According to Mimi (my grandmother, the darlin'est woman alive) EVERY photo looks the same. Same platter, same size turkey, same Polaroid tint to the photo. They call these types of things "family archives". And they're precious. Kind of like the jello salad recipe from my dad's people. But I think I'll save that story for another day.
Exactly. I'm also failing to see how this could be better. The Brat Stop happens to be over the border in Wisconsin and serves what the rest of the world would call a "sausage". Only here, we call it a "braaaht". Tacky cannot begin to describe this place, I'm quite sure they decorate for all seasons at once, the doors had bamboo shoots etched into the glass & the plaster ceiling either looked wet or like it would attack. We ordered cheese fries and assorted meats for table. It was pretty nasty, but we got a good story out of it.
One of our favorite traditions is the lighting of the square. Every year, the day after thanksgiving, the town my dad was born in (the same square Brooke & I had our shop on) has a huge event to kick off the season. For months, the city works to wrap the trees in lights and on this night they gather together, sing carols & then flip the switch for all of the lights! It's downright delightful. Our gang ended up being about 20 people this time & then we headed back to the house for more food & late night chats.
We did deep dish pizza downtown, because, it's Chicago! It was so amazing, it's worth the hour-long wait to get a table. I was fun to walk through all of the Christmas decorations, see the Bean, and watch the skaters in the park.
It was one of the busiest Thanksgiving weeks I've ever had, but we had an absolutely wonderful time. I did suggest that next year we move this "friendsgiving" to an tropical island. The US Virgin Islands, maybe? Perfect. I'll just pop a pineapple ham into the spit & you can find me out by the pool with a diet coke.
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