Julia and Alex helping to make the stuffing…even though we didn’t actually stuff anything except ourselves…
And speaking of stuffing things, this is part of the mixture that became turkey sausage…you know, stuffed into casings. So I guess we really did stuff something. My mistake.
There’s the sausage, before Bill twisted it down into smaller sections.
And this is another Camembert-like cheese. Actually, it’s a dried, or aged Camembert. I’m going with that.
Not gooey…but very delicious, unless you ask Julia. Alex loves it.
Bill cooked the sausages in the fireplace. You know, just like the pilgrims did with their turkey sausage.
“Is it time to eat yet?”
DISCLAIMER: WE NEITHER ENCOURAGE NOR INVITE OUR CATS TO SIT UPON THE DINNER TABLE. SCRATCHY WAS APPARENTLY OVERCOME BY ALL THE GOOD SMELLS EMANATING FROM THE KITCHEN AND LOST ALL SENSE OF PROPRIETY.