We started out Thanksgiving Day bright and early (7 am) with some Football. The ward Turkey Bowl to be precise, very serious, very competitive. Haha.

It was a beautiful day. I jogged around the track, burned approximately 1 bite of pecan pie off, and took pictures.


Yeah! Dan has the ball. It was fun to see Dan's Young Men (he's the Priest Advisor) and all the Military guys playing. The best guy on the field: Not the Navy Seal, or the big tongan - a 5 foot hispanic soccer player kicked everyone's trash. Then, it was time to cook and get to our friends' house!

Dan and his fabulous appetizers, including his world famous Triscut Pizzas.

I was most proud of my Pies. Never mind that the chocolate cream didn't set up and was runnier than soup.

A close up of my contributions. Notice a trend? Sugar and Carbs. My loves in life.

Dan was stoked that our wonderful hosts had an X-box.

This little guy is so much fun. We love playing with him!

He was getting hungry and ate tons of Dan's appetizers. That boy can eat!

All this food for 4 people. A pie a person. Yeah, not good for waistline.

This was my first year having Thanksgiving not in St. George, and more importantly, not being cooked by my fabulous mother. I discovered many things about myself in the quest to cook Thanksgiving, one being: I eat nothing but carbs. I also learned that cream pies can not set up and go horribly wrong - even if you've spent an hour hand crafting chocolate garnishing curls to go on top. Also, if you forget your rolls are still in the fridge an hour before, and decide to put them in a 200 degree oven to speed up rise time, it will kill the yeast and your rolls will be hard as rocks. Yeah for self discovery. I have many a thanksgiving ahead, lets hope the learning curve is steep.