Yesterday was my second Thanksgiving on Dupre Street. Last year: everyone was there, I was staying there, and we were quite the traditional Thanksgiving bunch. With Stew in Lake Charles and me being a Thanksgiving crumudgeon this year, Eric kicked into high gear for all of the rest of us.
His Mom, Marion came down to join us for a Thanksgiving Whiskey Sour. (I got to give her the potholder I'd made especially for her.) She told me how hard he'd been working for us. She was so pleased. We all were. After Mom went upstairs, we got busy. Eric had made the potato salad and rutabaga the night before. We had the Tilapia, scallops and asparagus left to do. Eric cooked. I took pictures. Their kitchen window has become a favorite of mine. Who wouldn't love to be cooking in just that spot?
Dinner was served. Eric took a plate up to his Mom. Full and happy...almost. That sweet tooth was niggling me. Eric offered a few choices, but egg nog and whipped cream won out. Of course, a little bit of whiskey never hurts. After our first, we threw caution to the wind for a second. I think Louie loved them best! A new tradition has been born!
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