Happy Thanksgiving!

On Wednesday, we presented you with a feast of books.

Today, we present you with a feast of food which we handcrafted with loving care and caring love and such copious amounts of delicious grease and fat as your arteries would clog in ecstasy merely to hear of!

Krispy's sister made bacon-wrapped asparagus.  It was so, so good.  All the bacon fat rendered out in the oven and cooked into the asparagus.

The sister ate one and was like, "OMG ALZ TRY ONE THEY ARE SO GOOD."
Alz ate one and was like, "OMG KRISPY TRY ONE THEY ARE SO GOOD."
Krispy ate one and was like, "OMG YOU ARE RIGHT THEY ARE SO GOOD."

Krispy, aided by slave labor from Alz, made her seasonal specialty: hedgehog potatoes!  Sliced not quite all the right through, stuffed with thyme and bay, cooked in butter, then baked in butter, and to top it all off we drizzled on the bacon fat from the aforementioned asparagus bacon rolls.  So delicious that mere words.  They cannot suffice.

Alz had never had them before.  They were beyond all hype and expectation.
Krispy says that this year they came out especially well.
Maybe because of the, you know, whole bacon fat thing.

Krispy's cousin baked a humble apple pie.  From scratch.  Including the crust.

We have tasted divinity in the form of apple pie. There's nothing humble about it.

Alz made a moist chocolate bundt cake with walnuts and Ghiradelli dark chocolate chips.  She neglected to take a picture so you get an MS Paint rendering.

Despite Alz's worries about it being only half-baked
(as so frequently many of her ideas and notions are)
the cake came out wholly baked and fine.

There were, besides, turkey and ham and carrots and regular potatoes and guacamole and truffle brownies and food, food, food, food.

We cooked.  We feasted.  We conquered.

Happy Thanksgiving!



PS And this guy got a bone and turkey and an extensively long playdate with Krispy's cousin's dog for his Thanksgiving treat. 

"I smell food. Why aren't you giving me anything?"