What Do You Call A Sad Cranberry?

A blueberry.  

There is no better way to kick off your Thanksgiving than with some Dad jokes.  We had a pretty late start to the morning, but finally by 1330 the bird was in the oven.  Although we were able to have pancakes for breakfast, the downfall was we had several hours until the turkey was finished.  There was, however, plenty of time to peruse the internet for Thanksgiving related articles and I came across two favorites.  The first was an art installment of how Thanksgiving dinners might be painted by famous artists and the second was the most Googled recipe for each state.  Although Maryland was apparently digging on Sauerkraut and Applies, neither hit our family table.   

Although I was in charge of basting the turkey this year, 

Elise and Dad quickly jumped in to take all the photo credit.  

As things were cooking in the oven the whole family piled onto the futon and we watched the first Huger Games.  The irony was not lost on any of us as lunch was pushed back several hours due to a dispute in turkey cooking time and/or an oven which was not as hot as it was supposed to be.  My vote was for the former and Mom's was for the later.  When all was sad and done we finally could chow down, but first had to take an #ussie with the turkey.  The only picture of the stupid bird we took all day.

While we were digesting our very large linner (aka late lunch/dinner) we watched the second Hunger Games and awaited the all important pie hour.  It was not too late of an evening as I needed to be up and bright and early for Black Friday shopping work.