Thanksgiving Day

MORNING: The First Annual International Hillsboro Turkey Trot (complete with random prize drawing) started off with a kids' 50 (or so) yard dash down the street. The big kids had their choice of a 5K (or so) run or 1 mile (or so) walk. Heidi and Briton set course records for their respective genders.Gearing up for the big race.

Thanks, all y'all (especially our international participants) for making the Turkey Trot a smashing success.

MID-MORNING: After the trot, we all scattered to our divers homes to make final food preparations. This is where it got (more) fun. Here, Ellen is making the thickener for the gravy...right next to a can of polyurethane. Uh, yep.Actually, the secret to Ellen's lumpless gravy is Lego People, which act as effective friction points for breaking up lumpballs in the thickener. Like a real Pilgrim, she made do with what was available. The gravy turned out perfectly.

AFTERNOON: Then, feast we did. The standard menu, plus pies. Pumpkin, bumbleberry, banana cream, and apple, please. I had a slice of each. For starters.
Jo's dad cutting into the apple pie (apples courtesy of Mrs. Z's organic tree).Dad eating the blumbleberry. From a camp chair. We didn't have the fanciest set-up (except for the table decorations, thank you, Jolynn), but the meal was tasty and the company was par excellence.

EVENING: Digest.