An Early, Extremely Happy Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is usually a quiet time at The House on the Hill, Modern Philosophers.

Sure there are always Otherworldly Beings roaming around the place, but they don’t really understand the holiday.  They just think it’s an excuse to eat and drink (Yes, Seamus, that was directed at you!), and I must confess, I miss having some human interaction.

So I was truly touched when The Sweet Irish Girl asked if we could celebrate Thanksgiving together during her visit.  Now do you understand why I think she’s so sweet?

While most of you are probably choosing to be more traditional and waiting until next Thursday for Thanksgiving, The House on the Hill hosted a delicious and romantic Thanksgiving feast last night.

I’m still smiling from out First (Early) Thanksgiving.  Here are some photos from the historic event…

Because of the language differences, there was some confusion as to why I’d want biscuits with Thanksgiving dinner.

Now The Sweet Irish Girl understands the difference between American and Irish biscuits aka cookies.

It’s not Thanksgiving without apple pie.  I impressed my dinner date by baking a pie, and then putting it in this cool box to keep it warm.  Yum!

We made a special trip up to Hannaford to get the ingredients for our Thanksgiving feast.

I know that you guys are pretty set on celebrating the holiday on the same day as everyone else, but there’s a huge selection of goods, and hardly any lines when you hold your Thanksgiving a week early.

Just something to form Deep Thoughts about, Modern Philosophers.

I know this seems like a stereotype, but putting the Irish native in charge of peeling the potatoes just made sense.

Confession time: we had to buy a potato peeler because there was not one on hand in The House on the Hill’s kitchen.  One of the interns probably stole the previous one.

Yes, I did help prepare the potatoes!  Once they were peeled, my job was to cut them.

Not to brag, but I didn’t cut myself and/or draw blood even once!

It wouldn’t be a holiday at The House on the Hill without pepperoni and cheese.  This appetizer is a longstanding tradition handed down by my Dad.

I always miss him on Thanksgiving, so serving up what he thought of as “fancy food” made it feel like he was there in spirit.

And it gave me an excuse to tell The Sweet Irish Girl more tales of Dear Old Dad, who I’m sure would have loved my beautiful dinner date.

The Sweet Irish Girl putting the finishing touches on her garlic potatoes, a special family recipe first introduced to her clan by a Leprechaun with a love of cheese.

I really liked that she shared a family tradition at our first holiday together.

The garlic potatoes are ready for the oven.  They were so good!

Our first Thanksgiving Feast together is served!  I’m getting full just looking at this photo.

Before we ate, The Sweet Irish Girl asked me for what I was thankful.

Come on, Sweetheart, isn’t the answer obvious?

Happy Thanksgiving, Modern Philosophers!