So... for Thanksgiving I brought home ingredients, recipes, a camera and a little determination for food blogging. Except that my camera was dead and dad's memory cards were full by lunch time. Picture Fail. I also took a break (which might imply that I hard started to cook, which would be misleading) to run a Paul Bunyion-esque errand with dad. There may or may not have been axes used as photos props.
We returned home to find Thanksgiving dinner basically cooked. Sister was not impressed that dad and I skipped out. But it couldn't have been as bad as the time we were left out in the cold for hours to suffer through a football game.
Yes that was much less pleasant.
However in light of no cooking photos. I will show the action shot where I won a pizza for the family using only my keen ability to spot a cheezy promotion outside a stadium and pure athletic talent. Can I throw a toy football towards the hand of a life-sized pizza slice? Yes. Yes I can.
A Thanksgiving miracle.
