Thursday, November 24, 2011

Gobble. Gobble. Gobble.

M, P, P, G, Z, Q, and myself sat around our little squarish table for our Thanksgiving dinner. We didn't have the customary turkey, but a beautifully roasted chicken, which we had with a side of creamed spinach. Through out the day, we nibbled on tidbits. 

Sizzling sausages, entwined in onion rings.

Cilantro-spiced chicken sausages, with roasted onion rings.

Tomatoes on toasted bread.

Seasoned tomatoes tossed in olive oil, served on sourdough, with wedges of brie on the side.

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