Up early and into the kitchen, where various combinations of people were hard at work creating incredible edibles for the next 6ish hours. The next generation wandered (or should I say dragged themselves) over starting at about 10, to eat
and lay around the shanty. Meanwhile, there was stuffing,
sweet potatoes
and parsnips being prepped,
sauteed
and whipped into shape for the evening meal. And the pie brigade! In the blink of an eye, with her myriad of helpers, Marilyn had apple pies in the oven baking:
While a couple of silly folks were dancing in the kitchen:
The plumbing system could hardly handle all of these goings-on, and the guys had to get down and dirty to get us up-and-running again!
Food prepped and leftovers ingested, the crew adjourned out back for a friendly game of flag football, Kennedy style:
Who’s carrying that ball?
Look at the coverage on this play!
Who’s heading into the end-zone to score?
No game is complete without fans on the sideline!
Both teams played with their hearts, but pretty soon their bodies gave out, so everyone hit the showers for the big after-party at Tred Avon (the name of Hynda and Tucker’s house, built in 1862). Packed up all of our goodies and headed over for the shindig, where cocktails, conversation, caviar started us off, and general silliness finished us off. A look at the action:
Greeted in the driveway with the patrol team of Charlie (smiling!) and Sam:
Expert checking technical specifications of deep-fryer for turkey:
The matriarch holds court:
The girls catching up:
And there are some things you can count on in life, like who’s first in line at the buffet:
The best table in the room:
Getting into the spirit of the day from head to toe, or toe to head, rather:
Groaning, laughing, and appreciating, we headed to our various homes to recuperate. Thanks for the hospitality, Hynda and Tucker!