POST-THANKSGIVING

I've got what's often called a mish-mash.  Or an olio.
Thanksgiving leftovers for you, Reader Dear:

As a general rule, guests don't go home without their footwear. 
But, as a general rule, some of our guests don't follow the general rule.

 

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Here's a photo of the antique toy played with by our Thanksgiving Day guests (the kind who go home without their footwear).  Folks in my bloodlines have been playing with this little truck and trailer for ninety years (well, not continuously).  It's held together by string.

 

 

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In a Black Friday reversal, I made a trip to the thrift shop to divest myself of a trunk load of stuff.

It was marvelous.  I didn't have to fight any crowds, and I got to enjoy the newly-hung Christmas adornments along the way.

 

 

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Here's a startling new turn of events. The Yard Man and I have begun eating Christmas trees!  He brought a miniature one along home from the food co-op, and I thought as how I might cook it up.

We decorated the small tannenbaum with butter and salt, and O! Deck the halls! It was quite tasty!

Right now we could be making plans to set up a Christmas tree stand with all of the ones he's carried home since (if we hadn't, you know, eaten them.)

 

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Speaking of the co-op,  I went with The Yard Man to the Oasis food co-op Christmas party.  (It was actually held the  week before Thanksgiving.)  Most of the employees and guests were Amish, and they had quite a lavish display of food--turkey with all the fixings, succotash, salad, and so much more. But when I went to pull my camera from my pocket, The Yard Man hissed at me.  "Put that thing away!" he demanded.  (Amish, you see, my Dear Reader, are not supposed to own or use cameras.  It's hard to tell, though, how they actually regard it when someone outside of their religion turns a shutter eye on them.)  In the spirit of the evening, I did stash my camera (um, very nearly).

(If I hadn't been  hesitating to flash my camera all around, I'd have photographed the homemade ice cream, the homemade egg custards, the homemade cakes... [uh, I did say lavish, did I not?])

 

 

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