Thanksgiving & Pickles

We had a great Thanksgiving at the Lemberger house. Val & Steve were there. Everyone contributed to the good eats and boy, were they good. It was the perfect low-key, peaceful holiday gathering. It was a good day for visiting, eating and football.

On Friday, Debi, Penny and I went to a bunch of arts/crafts sales in the area. It wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. I was thinking it was going to be more about art and less about crafts. There were at least one or two potters at each sale and enough other art to make it interesting. It was a nice enough day - chilly (the kind of chilly that makes you really enjoy a cup of hot coffee) and a little hazy. It had an almost otherworldly feel. Although it wasn’t quite what I was expecting, it was still fun and a good way to pass a day with family.

Debi and I strong-armed one little old lady into buying one of Jen’s pots at Sandy’s sale. Well, we didn’t actually force her – she really wanted it but just needed some help rationalizing the purchase. We were happy to oblige.

I bought an old magazine about the opening of Disney World (1971) for Isabel, an old needlepoint picture of a turtle for Amelia (she’s big into turtles), and a jar of homemade chow chow for my momma.

Debi bought a jar of homemade pickles that she just keeps going on about. She says they’re just like her Mimi’s homemade pickles. After she got them home and tasted them, she told me that she had a feeling about the grandma who was selling the pickles. She just KNEW they were going to be good pickles. Well, I guess they were good pickles because she ate the entire jar in less than 24 hours. WOW. Good lord, she’s got a pickle addiction. She actually got the lady’s phone # so she could get another fix. Next thing you know, she’ll be buying pickles in dirty back rooms of bingo parlors from little old ladies across the county. If she gets too bad we’ll have to do an intervention and lock her up in a cucumber-free facility. I hope it doesn’t come to that.