While we ate, we had a hard time keeping them off the table:
Dorothy, wondering if we know that bulldogges love turkey?
Dorothy just can't bear looking to see if Plum was given turkey:
Posy, wondering if we have buttercream frosting somewhere on our plates--
for what is a feast without it?:
Posy actually spent the entire day completely uninterested in the goings-on in the kitchen, and I in fact had to carry her away from this spot in the bedroom to see if she wanted to eat her normal meal:
Plum was finally given a tiny taste of turkey and gravy. Here he is in the midst of his subsequent tryptophan food coma:
Considering that my kitchen has only one 18 inch by 18 inch square of counterspace, our many-course feast was quite an accomplishment. And for once, I made a cheesecake that turned out perfectly (a pumpkin cheesecake with a ginger cookie crust and candied pumpkin seeds sprinkled on top. Yum).
And I'll leave you with a few thematic pictures that capture the essence of the holiday: