Thanksgiving

Mom and Larry weren't going to make a big deal about Thanksgiving this year until they found I was staying, so then they decided to make it a not-quite-a-big deal. I questioned whether we needed turkey at all, but apparently its a requirement. It's not a requirement, however, that it be homemade. They ordered a turkey breast meal from Sprouts we picked up Thanksgiving day, and it came with a bag of commercial dinner rolls, a tub of cranberry, mashed potatoes, cheesy broccoli, and stuffing. Plus some pies.

Mom did bake her famous cloverleaf rolls, and I used a southern living recipe for sweet potato casserole with a crunchy pecan, marshmallow, and cornflakes topping. The consistency of the dish was a little strange to me, something not quite right.

After dinner, we piled in Larry's truck and drove over to south mountain to go hiking. On the way in, there's some places to take photos with a fake ghost town and a man and a woman crossed in front of us. The guy had a big camera around his neck. The woman had a red jacket, six-inch heels, and a tiny leopard-print thong. People sure do hike in strange clothing.

At the end of the mountain road, I took mom and Larry up a short but steep hike to the ridge, which commands a view almost 360 degrees of the valley. We spotted some red-tailed hawks which soared by us.