This was the lovely view outside my parents house Wednesday morning. I was completely unprepared both mentally and in what I packed. Clearly snow boots were not on my mind when coming home for Thanksgiving.
Now I married a Mainer and you would think that 12 inches of snow would not be a problem. However, apparently Mr. J has never used a snow blower. He grew up with snow PLOWS. It took a few back and forths before
Somehow through all of the snow trauma, I completely forgot to take pictures of our Thanksgiving day feast. Ops! This first and foremost shows that I am not the best food blogger. Dinner was a bit stressful this year. We (meaning my mother and I) had the first kitchen fire. Lesson learned: Do not put the sweet potato casserole under the broiler and shut the door even for just a few seconds. Fire ensues very quickly. Good thing in our family a charred black, burnt marshmallow is not that big a deal. On the upside, the sweet potato portion was the best yet.
Finally, we did some Christmas shopping and I found the best tree ever.
It was covered in food ornaments.
My favorite was the lemon. Or the pickle. Or the pea pod.
I will take one of each. Please. Thank you.