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Showing posts with label dinnertime. Show all posts

11.26.2010

thanksgiving.

i hope everyone's thanksgiving was AMAZING!

john and i split the work with carin and josh to make an OVER THE TOP thanksgiving meal.  there were the four of us and their two precious babies, olivia and levi.  and enough food for eight people (the hubbies count as two a piece!)  and who am i kidding, there was enough food for john's whole unit!

read our menu over at the heritage kitchen.

here are some pictures from the adventure of john's and my first thanksgiving!









and, since i'm a few days behind on the blog challenge (again!) here are the past few days!

Day 8 - a photo that makes you angry/sad 
i'm sorry, there is NO way i'm having a cry fest or rant today!  so here is a picture of something that always makes me mad:
confused-ass wade phillips.  from the bleacher report.

and of course: 
image from the press coverage blog

Day 9 - a photo you took 
jerusalem

Day 10 - a photo taken over 10 years ago of you
8th grade.. aww girl.


go link up!

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10.21.2010

brussel sprouts.

tonight, i made brussel sprouts, roasted in the oven and tossed with a makeshift lemon vinaigrette, as a side dish with dinner.  this was our conversation.  it just makes me smile. 

he speared a sprout and held it in the air.

john: what is this?
me: what do they taste like?
he takes a bite and chews it thoughtfully.

john: i don't really know.
me: (dramatic pause) it's a brussel sprout.
john: i don't like brussel sprouts.
me: when was the last time you had brussel sprouts? 
john: i haven't. i just don't like them.

he eats and goes into the kitchen for seconds, returning with with a pretty generous pile of sprouts.

me: i thought you didn't like brussel sprouts?
john: i don't.
me: (gasp) oh that's right.  okay.