Saturday was the pandemonium and engorgement festival for my Dad's side of the family. Ten cousins ranging in age from six months to sixteen years, football was on TV when the Wii wasn't getting heavy use.
And since it was Turkey Day in observance but two days after the fact, in addition to the usual suspects there was turkey with homemade noodles and turkey tetrazzini made with a leftover turkey.
Oh, and there was this coconut custard, loved that. I was, it turns out, the only real fan of this one and thus got a heap of fattening leftover custard to take home.
When I got there, there had already been two bloody noses, which sounds more colorful than it is. No booze was involved, these were just roughhousing accidents. I did manage to drink a Single Wide and a Billy! Porter, but no mayhem resulted unless you count a brief nap on the couch amidst the chaos.
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