It was a fine feast and I completely neglected to take pictures of the amazing food.
The rolls were good but a lot of trouble and not the acme of perfection that I remembered. Ah, the elusive butterflake by Nagles.
We were too many for our small dining room so the living room furniture go shoved back and a door on sawhorses became our table.
Josie was at the table but was confined to her own special pureed sweet potatoes. She seems to suspect that she's missing out on the good stuff.
One of the nicest things about the day was seeing how smitten our nephew Jack (he of the blue hair) was with his little cousin. As are we all. It was a good day . . . with much thankfulness.