Not for the squimish...

I ate a whole turkey.  I know you're impressed.

Thanksgiving is a holiday where people get together and eat too much.  My family is no exception.  This year   my oldest sister, we'll call her Riker (since she is #1) once again graciously hosted our unnaturally large brood.  We've gathered at her house for the past few years and each year we (or should I say Mom) inevitably fills the house with billows of smoke from something over cooking in the oven.  It's really not that big of deal but I think it is always a blow to the pride of the chefs (mainly Mom).  This year my brother, we'll call him Data (since he is #2), bought a deep fryer for the turkey and this year, coincidentally was the first year in a long while when the house was smokeless.  He filled the fryer with peanut oil, got it piping hot and the rest is shown below.  It felt a lot like tailgating.  

I am sure some joke could be make about how many people does it take to deep fry a turkey.  Go for it.

Poor guy.

Now he looks better.

Up close and personal with some of the best fried bird this side of KFC.

This next picture I was told by my sister, we'll call her Worf (since she is #4), looks disgusting.  That may be true, but my brother, we'll call him Geordi (since he is #3), looks pretty excited on the other side of this turkey.  And he has ever reason to be.  It smelled amazing.

Turkey ala donut.

Besides eating a really good fried turkey and taking gross pictures, I got to meet Geordi's new baby.  This new little reading rainbow fell asleep on me multiple times and unfortunately thew up on me a few more.  But I shall not be put off!  He will soon learn that I am a fabulous aunt who........never gives birthday presents and barely remembers her own name, let alone that of nephews and nieces.  Yes, sadly he will soon learn that I am bad aunt, but only by materialistic standards.  If he were to measure us on a spiritual scale, I would win hands down.  Hellllo - seminary degree.  I rest my case.

oh da cute liddle feet!

And that was the holiday in a pistachio shell.  Family, turkey, new babies, and a few other fun things thrown in for good measure. It was good, but I think Riker needs a raise so that she can buy a bigger house.  I fear we may have already outgrown that star ship.

Side note: For those of you who are wondering what is the deal with all the Star Trek Next Generation references, I will tell you.  Blogger has a feature that keeps stats on how often people look at my blog.  I was surprised at how many hits I've had in the past month and so I have decided for my safety and the safety of the people I picture and/or talk about to reference people using my special Star Trek code.  I hope you find it educational and amusing.  I do.