Saturday, December 13, 2008

my thansgiving story...in pictures.....











dad showing us how he is going to survive a whole day in the kitchen with his daughter..cooking..yikes










grandma iris loved the breakfast casserole. she had 2 helpings--and had to lick the plate clean. i love you grandma.





uncle michael and his boys. this one should be in a frame.











mommy and her monkeys. look how thrilled with me they are to be in a picture with their mommy. i think i heard one of them say "this is SO not cool to be in a picture with your MOM.










twins..it's ok michael j, we can tell who got the looks and brains in the family. : )










i love my dad. this is such a good picture.












this picture took 5 tries. mj figured out he had a timer on his camera. and he's had the camera for oh...what 7 years, ok, more like 3. the boys saw this picture and realized that we left a place for mamaw. she's standing between papa and uncle michael.







and this right here is how i survived cooking in the kitchen with my dad. love you daddy.

How to Rope a Turkey.......


Our turkey....has a wonderful tale. And you have to know that the Corner family get-togethers usually involve laughing, drinking and some chaos. This Thanksgiving didn't differ. Dad and I were joining forces and were team cooking. I was planning on making my Stuffed Herb turkey breast. Grandma insisted on buying the turkey. She did, only she purchased a turkey roast as opposed to a turkey breast tenderloin. I didn't think it would matter----well IT DID. ~

I improvised and made the best of it. Only, I needed some string to hold it all together. Well my fearless leader a.k.a. my Dad knew right where some was. Well he looked. And he looked. And he looked. No such luck. Well now what DAD???? Wait.....Dad had an idea. He ran downstairs. I waited. And then I saw Dads idea. ARE YOU SERIOUS?????? DAD???? REALLY????? My father was holding some rope. I'm not talking about some twine. I am talking about some serious ROPE. After I stopped laughing and almost wetting my pants. I composed myself, and pulled myself back together. Dad is it going to catch on FIRE? Nope--100% cotton--won't burn. Okay--so we tied it up. I put my finger down and Dad tied the knots. The turkey went into the oven and came out 2 hours later.

It was the best turkey EVER. Thus, this became the tale of HOW TO ROPE A TURKEY........