This weekend we hosted our annual pot-lucky Thanksgiving Dinner. In a fit of optimistic  madness, we expanded the invite list. We now know that we can in fact fit 17 people in the dining room, around one lengthened table no less! We don’t have enough chairs- or forks- but people were warned and appropriate extras were provided.

I thought I had prepared an overkill-amount of Turkey, but I had not factored in the locust-like powers of my friends. We were all amazed how the food disappeared.

It also seems that nearly everyone brought both an entre and a desert. We had, what, 8 pies? My pancreas quivers in delight.

A very successful evening, enjoyed by all. And after digesting a bit, we got to go out and look at (and pet) some of the baby alpaca. Wheee!