{"id":11452,"date":"2012-11-23T08:51:46","date_gmt":"2012-11-23T15:51:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=11452"},"modified":"2012-11-23T08:52:38","modified_gmt":"2012-11-23T15:52:38","slug":"photoblogging-thanksgiving","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=11452","title":{"rendered":"Photoblogging Thanksgiving"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, stuffing, rolls, smoked brisket, turkey & gravy (cranberry sauce, alas, forgotten), Mandarin orange salad<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

And I’m not even going to mention the deserts: Beth’s lovely cheesecake, pumpkin pie, apple pie. Nor the appetizers: beer-boiled shrimp, cheese, olives, crackers, homemade giardiniera relish (thanks again to Beth). Let’s just say we gave thanks for country, company, friends, and family in the grand tradition.<\/p>\n

Who came to our house? Our daughter Polly, of course. Number one son Gregory drove down from Las Vegas with our daughter-in-law Beth and grandson Quentin (granddaughter Taylor is away in college, but we’ll see her in Las Vegas at Christmas). In keeping with tradition, we invited a single friend to share the bounty: our Monday night walking companion Martha.<\/p>\n

More photos? Sure, why not?
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Paul and the Fortress of Smoke\u2122<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/td>\n
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Brisket on the smoker<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Sampling the brisket (yes, it was as good as it looked)<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/td>\n
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Beth, Gregory & our guest Martha (in kitchen), Donna, Polly, Quentin<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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