The sun's wintry angle has been providing us with some nice morning light.
Ross had a hard time deciding what to order when we went out the other night.
Maybe it was this warning on the menu that was intimidating him.
He finally settled on the Deviled Eggs.
They were delicious.
Jenny, TS, Sloan and Jerritt all came over for Thanksgiving Dinner.
Along with culinary delights, Sloan brought these potholders, embroidered by her grandmother.
S & J brought a Celebration Field Roast, topped with cherry relish. It was quite tasty.
But some of us like to eat turkey, too.
My goal for my first turkey roasting experience: please, please, no one get sick.
Success! (Never mind that it was a little behind schedule.) It actually tasted pretty good, too.
We took a little walk to wake up after eating all that tasty tryptophan.
And I made everyone pose for a family portrait.
We played exsquisite corpse with drawings.
Sloan got a wisdom tooth pulled on Wednesday. Good thing so many Thanksgiving foods are mushy.
TS bakes a mean pumpkin pie.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Friday Night at the Cha Cha
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I Want to Get It Right
Ross and I spent some quality time with Ellie last week.
Speaking of dogs, I know a cute one named Lucille that lives in Denver. I took this one for her.
The line for Piroshky's is out the door, and while a person waits, this window display of dust-coated, plastic piroshkys is there to get her mouth watering.
It was Veteran's Day, but this man still didn't understand why I would want to take a picture of him. I never ask people if I can take their picture; I was nervous, and didn't quite get it right.
Onions are much simpler subjects.
This Left Bank Books is a little different from the one in St. Louis.
In my excitement over sighting a second series of these posters I guess I forgot to focus the camera.
TS came by during lunch the other day, and we trekked up to the Terrace Community Gardens.
My building is the one directly behind the telephone pole, the boring one, furthest back. I can't believe it either.
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