We ate early (at noon), but Ed and the kids watched the parade in the morning. As usual, I declined to sit down with them at first (though I love listening in on their commentary!), but eventually they lured me in with promises of Snoopy balloons and Cookie Monster floats, and I settled on the couch between the kids. I don't care for parades, and all the pop singers looked and sounded exactly the same (mediocre singing and excessive writhing), but watching all that dumbness with my goofy kids was pretty great.
My mom did enough of the cooking that the meal wasn't much trouble, and her cooking is so good! She did the mushrooms, the beans, and the pies. Pecan and pumpkin. Oh my. So tasty!
My sweet Eddie cooked the bird, and it was a masterpiece of juicy flavorfulness. People who say that turkey isn't much just have never eaten Ed's turkey.
After dinner we played Clue. My dad won both games but had the grace to act surprised.
It was a lovely day.