Noon dinner in Lincoln turned into an all-day affair of foosball (Devin would want me to tell you he was undefeated), ping pong and darts. I got a piece of Grandpa's cherry pie that I had been craving all week. He grows the cherries, picks and pits them himself and creates awesomeness. The only thing he doesn't mess with is the pie crust. So much easier to let the Pillsbury Doughboy handle that. Grandpa would probably say that taking the time to roll out his own pie crust is "hooey." We also got to watch my uncle feed his bees, which was an interesting experience.
|Uncle Joel gearing up.|
|Cousins Brandon and Nathan helping their dad.|
|The jug on the left is Joel's wine that wasn't quite ready to drink. Too bad...|
We had a little turkey, a little pie and a lot of wine, but that wasn't all that was on our Thanksgiving weekend menu. Prepare for pictures. Would you really expect anything less?