The tradition has been broken. For four years we would build up a proper Thanksgiving appetite by walking from lower Manhattan and across the Queensboro bridge to Astoria, Queens. This year, after watching a certain triplet change her outfit for more than an hour, we had to hop on the subway if we were going to make it while the turkey was still hot.
But don’t worry: Even without the three-hour walk, we still managed to eat as much as (if not more than) last year.
Molly’s apartment—with its pastel walls, overstuffed couches, roses, lace, polka dots and chubby babies—is the coziest place in New York City and the perfect setting to spend the day sitting around eating.
Erick took it to a whole ‘notha level with his masterpiece “Turkeys in the Sky with Diamonds.” It covered the TV throughout dinner and we teased the boys that the turkeys would be permanent. No more Thomas the Tank Engine and Dora the Explorer…it’s all turkeys from here on out.
(But hey, that’s still an upgrade from when we were little and would ask mom if we could watch TV. She’d say that because TV rots your brain we could stare at the blank screen and imagine a show instead. ) This is the moment in which Anna discovered that brussel sprouts do not grow in Whole Foods packages. Meanwhile, I was on childcare duty. I promise Dash really likes me.
Lochy charmed everyone in his darling proper outfit and then perched himself on “the naughty bench.” But he wasn’t naughty one bit. In fact he’s very compliant when told to give Dash a hug.
A proper cup of Irish tea before supper. For appetizers, Katie helped assemble crackle corn bread to eat with the cheese plate.
These “Beetle Juice” candlesticks were pretty awesome, even though they’d sway precariously each time a baby pumped the table. For those that needed more than cheese and corn bread, we had sophisticated pigs in a blanket (dates stuffed with parmesan and wrapped in bacon). Take note of the little baldy head in the background (Dash sitting on his little stool). After three courses, and a lot of spilled red wine, Dash fell asleep.. And slept through music time.Before dessert, I caught Jude sneaking a lick from the pumpkin chiffon pie. He subsequently ate three plates full.