Meet the newest addition to my Baby Bro and S.I.L.’s household. Molly is 3 months old and is the new dog in the cathouse. Fortunately she was brought up around cats and leaves the cats alone except for trying to get one of the three of them to play with her.
And just what is it about a dog’s paw that is so fascinating? Perhaps the Frito smell that they all seem to have or it could be just the wonderful mixture of textures. I don’t have a clue, I just think they are wonderful mixture of utility and beauty. Oh, well… You all know I’m a little strange by now and this is one of the odd things I find very appealing.
I’m in Fort Worth at Ben and Diane’s. My youngest sib and his wife. Ben traditionally works on Thanksgiving and Christmas Day to give other doctors who might have family to visit that require travel an extra day off. Since both of our parents and both of Diane’s parents are gone Ben and Diane do Thanksgiving usually on the Saturday after. That way their kids can feel comfortable about visiting their spouse’s family and be able to give thanks for all of our blessings and share a meal with whomever can get here to visit. In other words, we are blessed with more than one Thanksgiving repast.
Speaking of which…
Jeff is practicing and loosening up his jaw muscles for the feast. No, actually he was getting the dressing out of the stove for his mom and touched his finger to something hot and I just happened to be taking pictures at the time and I got this photo. He will probably kill me for it but if he gives me grief I’ll tell him I’m going to post it on FaceBook if he messes with me, the ‘Other Mother’, too much.
. Carol and our friend Datha… both are wonderful cooks. I asked Datha to come and play at our house for Thanksgiving and then to pup sit my girls so I can make the quick run to Ft. Worth for the weekend.
Soul sweet potatoes. This is probably my second favorite of the holiday dishes that Carol makes for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. Oh, boy, this stuff is good and I don’t even care for sweet potatoes except for this and sweet potato pie.
Spanish green beans… Tomatoes, onion, bacon, green beans and a bit of cayenne to give it some ‘hello mama’ kick. We also had mashed potatoes and my favorite, giblet gravy but I didn’t take pictures of that. I swear I could put it in a cup and drink it if I had the chance. Our friend Scotty also brought over 2 pecan pies, a pumpkin pie and a black walnut pie.
Jeff and the girls. One for each hand. I love this young man. He is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a child and he is delightful. Grumpy, very talented, dry wit with a hint (or more) of sarcasm but he is a good guy and very helpful to his mom and his ‘other mother’. This is the bunch of us that shared in our wonderful dinner. L-R-Yours truly, Carol, Jeff, Datha and Carol’s sister Nancy behind her and Scotty and the four-legged one is SueSue making sure there was no turkeys other than us on the floor.
I’ll try to get photos to share with you all on my second Thanksgiving, tomorrow… well, actually today since it is four in the morning and I’m having trouble sleeping but that’s another story for another day. I’m going to turn off the light and try to get a little sleep before helping get the food going for one o’clock lunch.