On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I lugged myself to the airport to start off on my surprise journey home. Only a few people knew I was headed back to SC, and my main goal, to surprise my grandparents, was a success. The hubs spent the holiday with friends in Paris (rough life, huh?) and I spent some much needed time with my family. It was a great holiday and will help bide my time before I can see them again.
Fresh herbs picked from Big Dad's garden. We took the pine needle out before cooking.
My sister and Memaw cooking the noodles.
The Very Dairy Cheese Pie. I made my DF version so I wouldn't feel too sad about missing out on my favorites.
Mom's pumpkin pie.
Bird is the word.
The spread. Insanely Southern.
This is what the beginning stages of a food coma looks like.
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