Ah, Thanksgiving. No matter how many times I admonish myself not to overeat, I still do. I suppose we're talking about a true American tradition, here, one which it would be unpatriotic not to follow - so I have an excuse.
Luckily, the most uncomfortable of the stuffed-belly memories are beginning to recede, so I can look through these pictures without feeling that overstuffed fullness that takes days to completely disappear (of course, on Saturday I had to tough out 24 hours of crazy eating in New Orleans, but let's not mention that).
Thanksgiving started off not too early (after all, we needed some time to recover from the oyster extravaganza the day before!) with a beautifully set Southern table.
Logan made fluffy Southern-style biscuits, which were summarily devoured with scrambled eggs and gravy as well as the two jellies you see on the table above. The orange one is mayhaw (here's some information on the mayhaw, famed throughout the South) and the super-dark purple is the elderberry jelly we made.
Thanksgiving preparations begin in earnest after the jump!