a thanksgiving fête

remember last week when i served you all a helping of weird with a side of brat about thanksgiving? well, sorry about that. i may have been a tad dramatic about my turkey day dread. a tad. the day ended up being just like forcing yourself to hit the gym - once you get there it's not sooo bad. and probably really good for you. and this year it really was. my jaded heart feels a little less bitter, having carved out a soft spot for this girl's least favorite holiday.

a few weeks before i tried to drum up some enthusiasm by creating online invitations for our guests. aren't they cute?! thank you for your prompt RSVP's!

josh and i had a brilliant idea to make most of the food the weekend before. there isn't much we hate more than too much to do and no time to do it so we decided to avoid that shit show entirely. of course, there is always some ingredient mishap, like when i realized i didn't have raspberry vinegar to pour over the roasted beets. but we improvised and knox helped josh whip up a citrus version instead. i think if it had happened and we already had a lot going on i would have probably freaked out. but we were organized. we were meal prepped! it was all so calm i still can't really believe it.

then guests started to arrive!

my brother teaching me the art of smizing!

oh who am i kidding! i do recommend taking lots of photos prior to eating and before that 5th or 6th glass of champagne for obviosous reasons.

lol i did try to get a thanksgiving garland but they had run out at target and i refused to look anywhere else. so merry chistmas it is! and i have to say, i am now on team put up the tree and adjoining stuff for thanksgiving. i mean why not?! who doesn't need more sparkle and twinkle lights in their life?

thank you mom for always taking random pictures even if they are ALWAYS crooked.

ultimate vegan veggie lasagna success!

then a walk around the neighborhood to diffuse the food coma that was upon us.

and stella really had to pee.

and because it's november it was dark by 5pm. the end.

PS - next year i vote for making tamales!

xoxo,

sony

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