Home, Homies & Henry

In other words, Thanksgiving at Casa Price.

I have LITERALLY not had Thanksgiving at home with my parents for…wait for it…SEVEN YEARS!  And when I do come home for the holidays I rarely get to spend time with my old friends.  But this jolly year, I got to do both!

I had a whirlwind smoothie outing with some of my best high school lady friends, whom I hadn’t seen forever.  So nice to hear about all of the great things they are doing in this world.

I also got to play a round of disc golf with a super cool guy that I grew up with.  He has also really made a name for himself and you should watch this film that he worked on: Coyote

 Home was very homey :) Predicatably enough, I was greeted with this bumper sticker:

And this button:

And this:

But at least they are equal opportunity:

 

Vote For Pedro!!  HAHA

Haha!  My mom, forlorn, walked to the dinner table one night and bemoaned, "Dad said its time to take the Romney sticker off the car."  Well, you certainly can't call them luke-warm!  My family is the greatest.

Thanksgiving Day began very early in the morning with a drive down to Dana Point for the Turkey Trot.  Of course, our family sported Team Henry jerseys (more on Henry to follow) and we ran, ran, ran as a family.  It was a beautiful morning and the ocean view was spectacular.

Here is me finishing with my mom who ran the ENTIRE 5k without stopping.  It was my warm down after the 10k with Dad & Mike...mostly just to alleviate guilt for the extra pie I knew I would eat, and also to be there to cheer on my mom who is a new runner!  Or a new wogger, as we call her, since she prefers workouts that combine walking and jogging- haha!

And now, Henry; formerly known as Henrietta.  My parents, reliable local-vores, had the unique idea to raise their own turkey for Thanksgiving!  She was named Henrietta, only to later find out that she was a he.  And thus the Team Henry running crew was born, pounding the pavement in honor of the pet that became the founder of our feast.

I thought it would be difficult to eat family-friend Henry.  But honestly, with all my talk about animal rights and the prevention of cruelty to animals and humane treatment of animals, I struggled to see one inhumane thing about Henry’s life.  She was raised among friends, had a lovely yard to roam in, spent her days in the sun, she was fed well, and humanely butchered by professionals when her time had come.  And frankly (she?) he was delicious.

[BEFORE]

 [AFTER]

Like, the best turkey ever.  And the largest!  Clearly she had been enjoyed to live a longer, fuller life than the average-sized bird of her breed, since she came in at a whopping 26 pounds, not including giblets, etc.  Yep, barely fit in the oven!

Mmmmm…Henry…

Dad honored the dear bird with a t-shirt from Mike & Chelsie that is probably wholly inappropriate, but hey, lots a people at the Farmer's Market gave him compliments!

 

Happy Thanksgiving!