Becca, Rey and Dave all arrived safely last night. Rey and Becca arrived first, making good time, having drove straight through from Chattanooga. I made Saint Louis style veggie pizzas for dinner, also-know-as Imo’s. Dave’s flight from Boston was early too. Lambert was a zoo, what with it being its busiest day of the year and all. It was almost like old times, like back in the day, when Saint Louis was still a hub. While Rey and I were scanning the arrivals for Dave, Dan, who elected not to travel on this holiday was chiming in on our group text chat chain. Later, Kennard, Dave’s high school buddy, swung by and they went out, while the rest of us went to bed.
This morning, everyone broke fast with Trader Joe’s croissants, both chocolate and almond. These little beauties started the night before looking like a dog’s chew toy, but came out of the oven all flakey and brown. Rey and Becca went to the zoo, while Anne and I worked in the kitchen. We got the bird in the oven on the first stroke of noon. Is this hubris that I’m feeling or are we really that good?
Joanie joined us for supper. We all tripped out on tryptophan, excepting Becca. Sides included, Auntie Anne’s homemade cranberry sauce, Harry’s stuffing that was updated with some really good veggie chorizo, roasted potatoes, pumpkin and sweet potato soup, a pear-pomegranate-walnut-cheese salad and Rey and Becca’s roasted Brussel sprouts with chipotle sauce. Joanie bookended the meal with horderves and a Tippin’s pumpkin pie, plus rolls.