Thanksgiving

We celebrated Thanksgiving with Sarah’s extended family on her aunt and uncle’s farm in Albion, Maine. The farmhouse kitchen was bustling when we arrived.

Sarah’s cousin, Ellen, had her Thanksgiving chef’s hat on.


Ervin also tried out the hat.


Squash, fruit, and potatoes got chopped and cooked by a number of helping hands.




Emily stirred up the topping for a gooey sweet potato dish that was promptly dubbed sweet potato candy.


Somehow, the guys managed to relax and avoid the cooking frenzy.




Laurie and Amy took a break from chopping for a photo.


Fresh out of the oven, the turkey looks delicious.


And, of course, there were multiple muffin tins of the requisite yeast rolls that Sarah’s grandmother always made. Here they are before they went in the oven.


And here they are about 30 seconds after coming out of the oven.


Nobody can resist the hot yeast rolls.

We started piling the food on the table and wondering how many additional busloads of people were showing up for the meal. Nobody was going to go hungry.


Everyone started gathering around the table.





Meanwhile, last-minute preparations were being made in the kitchen.



Finally, we all sat (cozily) down to eat.


After dinner, the food coma kicked in.


A little later, we went outside to decorate the tree. The late afternoon light on the farm was very pretty.




A game of Frisbee quickly started.



Here’s the tree that was about to be strung with lights.


Amy holds a ladder while Uncle Gary climbs into the tree to hang the lights.



The ground crew lends a hand under the direction/abuse of taskmaster, Uncle Gary…



...while others watch from the sidelines.


Here come the reinforcements.


Yikes, this looks dicey.


With the tree decorated, a rousing game of whiffleball ensued.




Since this was the next-to-last day of deer hunting season, Sarah’s Dad snuck off to go hunting, but not before Sarah got his photo.


It was a great holiday on the farm.