We celebrated Thanksgiving this weekend with friends and family at our place. It was great to share the time with Michelle’s siblings and all those who also joined us. Michelle’s sister, Frances, drove from Rochester, NY and picked up their brother, Dominic, in Philadelphia before picking up Dominic’s girlfriend, Liz, in Washington, DC and then arriving late Wednesday evening for a dinner of North Carolina BBQ from Allen and Sons. Thursday morning Dominic and Liz ran the 8K Gallop and Gorge Tour de Carrboro before we all headed off to Saint Thomas More for Thanksgiving Day Mass. In the early afternoon we were joined by four other friends and began loading up on Frances’ artichoke dip, Liz’s pumpkin dip, and Tim and Amanda’s potato skins. Despite that we still all packed down a great dinner of organic turkey, Italian sausage and porcini stuffing, green bean casserole, ravioli, homemade cranberry sauce, cornbread and potatoes, and, although only Liz ate it, Cope’s corn schlop. Tim and I both supplied homebrew of several varieties for the occasion including my debut of this season’s barley wine. Eventually we dove into the superb coconut creme, blueberry, and pumpkin pies from Anne and Amanda, Frances’ famous Oreo cheesecake, and sweet potato casserole.
Although most of us spent Friday recovering from overeating by continuing to eat and drink in order to numb the pain while watching some movies and cleaning the gutters, Frances and Mindy headed off to the consumeristic frenzy of Southpoint. On Saturday Dominic and I managed to mount a TV antenna I’d picked up some time ago. Although it involved some precarious perching, the requisite insulting of my stupidity for conceiving of the project, and Liz’s photographic documentation of the misadventures on the roof, we were successful and thus we now receive over 20 high-quality digital TV channels. Afterwards we did a driving tour of downtown Chapel Hill and UNC, stopping at Trader Joe’s and A Southern Season for the Yankees to take cases of alcohol and food north with them. We finished up with a late lunch at Southern landmark Mama Dip’s before Frances, Dominic, and Liz hit the road.