We went to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving this year.
It was very cold.
But there was coffee. And coffeecake.
And later, Thanksgiving dinner at a friend’s house. My mother and I made the pies. Everything was fantastic.
It snowed rather a lot that night.
A pair of coyotes appeared in the field across the road, and quails congregated around (and sometimes on) the bird feeder.
We stopped for Mexican food at South before heading up over the pass again.
The weather in the mountains wasn’t great, but it could have been worse…
…and the sun was shining at home.
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday.
Food on the Brain 
I’m not sure you mentioned sufficiently the fact that it was cold. It wasn’t just a little cold; it was really cold. Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold! True, living in western Washington, I’ve lost a lot of the tolerance I had built up to cold weather when I lived in Minnesota, but still…
What’s the raised pie that looks cake-ish, to the right of the pepper-light picture?
That is a buttermilk chess pie. It rises way up into a dome as it bakes, then settles down and looks like a regular pie after it cools. Recipe is here.
Beautiful photos – almost like being there.