a hawaiian thanksgiving

while some (karin) may be disappointed to hear that there was no
pineapple on our thanksgiving table, perhaps the okinawan sweet
potato casserole will prove that our thanksgiving was indeed,
hawaiian.

we stayed home this year for turkey day, and decided to host a potluck
for some new friends and their families. 11 adults and 6 children under
the age of 3 filled our home with food and fun!

here was the lineup, in order of appearance:

ahi poke
artichoke dip
red alert hummus
stuffed mushrooms
mixed green salad with glazed pecans
butter lettuce with spicy sprouts, feta and maui onion dressing
mashed potatoes, cauliflower & carrots
green bean casserole
brussel sprouts with bacon and apples
okinawan sweet potato casserole with pecan topping
white bread stuffing
jalapeno cornbread stuffing
pumpkin sausage cranberry stuffing
corn on the cobb
glazed ham
roast turkey (i love to brine!)
whole cranberry orange relish
homemade rolls and pecan sticky buns

after dinner we all headed out for a nice walk around the
neighborhood before returning for dessert:

homemade pumpkin pie
no-bake pumpkin pie
cheesecake
maple pecan cookies
apple cranberry pie
ice cream (owen calls it "icesheen")

a few photos from the day:

e carving the bird - 17lbs of juicy goodness

e & barb discussing oven space

spread

warming up for dessert

post dinner lounging

ready, set, GO!!!!

i'm so thankful for the opportunity to wear a tank top on thanksgiving,
the fact that there were leftovers for all our guests (isn't that the
whole point of thanksgiving, anyway?), and to have met so many
people who love cooks illustrated recipes and alton brown as much
as i do! oh, and i'm thankful to john for vacuuming before guests
arrived, even though doing so "hurt the logical part" of his brain. :)

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