We hit the road, literally going over the river and through the woods to "grandmother"s" house (BF's mom), where Thanksgiving was definitely not vegan but had many delicious elements, like this:
|My main course|
and this (Angus was just so exhausted waiting for his food!):
|Wake up, Angus--dinner is almost ready and you should really be helping!|
and of course, "Grandma" in the kitchen.
|Ann at the stove|
It was also Sally's birthday. She's 12. We made her a little turkey cake.
|Happy Birthday Miss Dog!|
So, while there was turkey on the table and I could only drool and dream about the amazing vegan creations I saw on Mofo this week (Tofurken, I have my eye on you for next year...or Christmas!), I had plenty of good salad and corn and sweet potatoes and I ravished the relish tray--and we had serious happy-family time, unplugged from computers and blackberries and televisions.
Now we are home, and it's snowing! In fact, I believe it's the first snow of the season. That means soup weather, so I'm cooking up delicata squash, kale, and green chilies in mushroom broth, for pureeing:
I plan to sip it from a big mug. With a side of toast. Topped with pumpkin butter. Because it may not be winter yet, but it feels like winter, so who am I to behave otherwise?