Another Thanksgiving come and gone. Any holiday that ends with a text being sent which reads, "lol bleeding is stanched" is probably an intense one.
Injuries aside, it was a merry and delicious affair. The broadly Middle-Eastern menu was supplemented by a pumpkin puree from actual (weird, blue) pumpkins that Dan had, which made the best pie ever! Christine brought some sesame cookies that the Russian lady in WeHo seemed to think were vegan (though shit very well may have gotten lost in translation), and there was also a healthy amount of wine and beer and dorky party games.
dolmades and olives
pumpkin pie with cardamom coconut cream (oops, the coconut cream did not happen, but you know, best intentions...)
lavender-mint champagne cocktails (1 c water, 1 c sugar, 2 tsp lavender, 2 tsp dried mint, reduced to a syrup; mixed with dry champagne at a ratio of 1 part syrup to 2 parts champagne)