Thanksgiving 2012: There's a story here...
All was bright and cheerful until C suggested that I toast the marshamllows on top of the sweet potato casserole not just melt them. I cranked the oven up to broil and continued chatting with L right beside the stove. About 5 minutes later I yelled, "The CASSEROLE!"
Flames! Ya'll. There were flames coming from my new oven.
Luckily they were just the marshmallows on fire. I flew open the oven and started searching for my phone to get a picture. Mark sprinkled water on it and promptly closed the oven door and shut the oven off. Party pooper. I was willing to sacrifice a kitchen fire to give ya'll a good picture. Oh well.
I snagged this picture after the fire was extinguished.
Then after we stuffed ourselves full of turkey and all the fixings we Farkled.
No really. We did.
Shortly after the Farkle we ate again. This time pies. Pecan, pumpkin (without sugar...oops) and a not-so-normal-which-means-amazingly-delicious fruitcake. Then food comas began and pictures were not taken.