The Third Day Of Thanksgiving

Check out thisismary's contribution to the ongoing debate about ad banners. She actually has a useful idea. Instead of our usual pissing and moaning. At least my pissing and moaning.

Now on to really important matters:

Three fabulous days of excessive meals in a row. Is this a perfect holiday or what? 

Last night was an evening of grilled filet mignon wrapped in bacon. Even the bacon tasted good. My sis-in-law had a taste for real wild rice [not the Uncle Ben's version that has about three grains] with sauteed mushrooms -- the large orangy ones that look like some sort of unfortunate growth removed at a dermatologist's office. Compared to most wild rice, this was the instant stuff, only taking forty five minutes to cook, not three days. The rest of our plate had an excellent spinach salad tossed with balsamic vinagrette. Everything was washed down with champagne. I actually had two glasses, a rare occurrence.

My contribution?  Homemade chocolate chip cookies made with bittersweet Ghirardelli chocolate, with the claim of 60% cocoa on the front of the chips package. That cocoa thing is a secret message that I haven't deciphered. Actually, regular old semi sweet chips aren't as expensive. And taste almost the same. So what was I thinking?

My niece joined us for dinner as usual. At seventeen months she has a very sophisticated palate. I'm sorry I didn't take a picture of her eating artichoke leaves the other night. She scrapes the ends of the leaves against her teeth, like a huge shingle. She also loves avocados. And asks for kiwis. Last night she stuck her little kid fork into her pieces of steak and was very proud of her accomplishment. She finished her wild rice, and drank almost all her mom's seltzer water out of a glass, too. All of it accompanied by lots of clapping.

She doesn't get many sugary things, but her dad offered her a bite of a chocolate chip cookie. In a heartbeat she had grabbed the whole thing from him and refused to give it back. NO!  Then shoved it all into her mouth like a shredder. She couldn't chew there was so much. Yep, got a picture of that one, but you'll have to wait. The whole uploading thing.

I found out my college roommate is in town here visiting her son and his wife. They're the same age as my brother and his wife. They're all lawyers. And their daughter's first birthday party is today.  Par-tay!!!

Ooops. My brother just came up to announce breakfast.  Dutch Babies and sausage.  Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.  The food continues.