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Here is Dad, cutting the turkey as he has every year. We cooked it in a bag that Rebecca sent. It was very good. We ordered the turkey from a butcher shop and they had it in the next day. With him are the sisters in our zone. One of them is Susan Petersen from Coolidge.
There are some adjustments we had to make to Portugal; for instance, the pumpkin pie was really a squash pie. Joaquim, the soup kitchen director, gave us a huge squash which I cooked and mashed and to which I added Pumpkin pie spice that Elder Sanders' mother sent him. The green beans were just boiled with bacon because they don't have cream of mushroom soup or canned french fried onions. The dressing wasn't very good because the only sage I could find was in bits and pieces for tea, so it was very strong and had lots of stems. The rolls were good, chewy, Portuguese bread and the turkey and potatoes and gravy were great. I think the missionaries loved it. We also had some of Grandma's fudge, which I also had to fudge on because they don't have chocolate chips, chocolate cream pie that the Sisters brought and jello. You can tell from the pictures that we had a good time.
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Looks like you had a great Thanksgiving. In my feable attempts to protect the sanctity of the Thanksgiving Holiday I have been overcome by Connie and Nathan. Somehow to them the ritual of making pies is not as sacred to them as it is to me. I did my best to convince them but without success, Nathan and I ended up at the Village Inn at Midnight:30 this morning trying to get pies.
Anyway, we're having our missionaries over too. They are from Mexico and Ecuador and are so excited to participate in the tradition of Thanksgiving but now all they'll get are packaged pies. We do have a turkey in the oven and one smoking on the grill. We'll blog some pictures later... - Daniel
Daniel was a good sport to submit to the heinous transgression of purchasing pies. The funny thing is that when we went to Village Inn to get pies, the doors were open, but they were closed. So we stood their inside the restaurant for several minutes waiting for someone. When nobody came, Daniel called Connie, who called the Village Inn, and told them that they had some people waiting at the pie counter. They wouldn't sell us any then, so Connie went back this morning to get the pies.
I am glad you had a nice Thanksgiving. One year on my mission, we just had chicken, then the next year we bought a turkey on the black market (how's that for tradition?)
Happy Thanksgiving, we miss you like crazy!!! Nathan, and Daniel sounds fun. Wish we were there.
Poor Daniel. I feel for you. I like traditional pies too. Its just not the same without.
Mom and Dad. It looks like you did a great job giving the missionaries a little peice of home. Im sure they appreciated it. Even though I miss you very much I guess I can share you with them this time. And next time?:(
I forgot to say that where we had Thanksgiving there were no pies! Not one. Apparently the southerners don't know what they are missing.
Where did you go, Esther? I'm surprised that there wasn't even a pecan pie!
We went to Sue Cronins house. I guess she took pity on us and invited us over. I was really suprised too. But no pies!
It's good to see a pic. of dad carving the turkey. those are some lucky missionaries to have you two! Sure missed you!
love Mary
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