What kind of desserts did you have today

[Oss]

Pumpkin Pie made by Stacy
Apple Pies made by Shari
Pumpkin Flan (oh that was so good) made by Bonnie along with whipped cream
mandel bread from Shari

I really tried to leave room for dessert and I was successful

everyone just left.  So much to be thankful for

Hope you all have the post sugar rush and it lasts a good while

[Chrisj CMA]

Pumpkin pie with whipped cream and then later apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Sorry no pictures. But they were fantastic 

[hubcapsc]

I "only" had apple pie and ice cream (by Carolyn)...

Carolyn and I and my cousin's daughter didn't go to
the family gathering in North Carolina, we went over to our
Aunt's house - she just lost her husband of 50+ years...
Anywho... it was good being there... I'm real thankful
for being able to go...

-Mike

[Willow]

Apple pie with a caramel drizzle.  I passed on the pumpkin.

[NewValker]

Apple pie with ice cream and cherry cheesecake.
I was weak.....

Craig

[trout dude]

We had sweet potato pumpkin pecan pie also pralines ,apple pie with ice cream and fruitcake all made by Shelia    It was a great day with family

[f6gal]

NONE!   

[Rams]

I avoided the deserts, it took some additional will power but, I was so full of the meal, I knew better than to take any.   Instead, I saddled up and rode about a 100 miles to let some of the meal settle.   Think'n about going back for desert or maybe seconds.  

Making that decision shouldn't be so hard....  

Rams  

[scooperhsd]

Piece of pumpkin pie for lunch and Peanut Butter sugar-free ice cream scoop for dinner.

[Jess from VA]

NONE!   

Me neither.  I don't eat much of that.  (not that it shows)  

[da prez]

Fried apple pie. Home made without sugar.

           da prez

[Serk]

Pecan pie, chocolate pie, pumpkin pie (Blech!), brownie bites, my mom's famous lemon bars (mmmmmmm!)

And then once all the children had their desserts, daddy has his desserts.....

[signart]

She made, I had:
1 pc. punkin pie for breakfast when she got up @4:30A to put on the 28 lb. bird.
I piddled a while then off to Rural King ahead of 7:A to get in line for .22 shells @$17 per 500 rds limit two. Long line ran out before I got any.
Got home ate another pc. punkin pie.
Anyway she made desert all day & night Wednesday.
After dinner ('round here dinner is lunch, eat supper later) I made a sampler out of the rest of desert:
Thin slice scratch made punkin cake w/cream cheese icing, scratch made coconut pie, Mom's recipe banana pudding, scratch made orange cream pie. She made brownies too for some reason, I did not indulge.
I could not eat again and didn't think I would ever need to eat again, but at 8:P I got a full helping of banana pudding.
My Brother said it was just like Mom's, the highest compliment

Rescued 6 newborn kittens this summer and fixed them a nice Thanksgiving dinner out of table scraps out on the back porch, no Purina Cat Chow this day. They were grateful.

[Ken aka Oil Burner]

I made two Fireball pumpkin pies from a recipe on the BBQ Pit Boys page. I "adjusted" the amount of Fireball in them a bit. I'm not a frequent or heavy drinker, but we did start the day with Baileys in our coffees. According to my wife, her lips were tingling when she was eating the pie. I guess I used enough. We gave away the other pumpkin pie, and the report was a firm positive.

[f6gal]

NONE!   

Me neither.  I don't eat much of that.  (not that it shows)  

I just decided it wasn't worth the battle to get the pounds off. 

[98valk]

sitting at the diner watching the cowboys being humiliated by the Washington football team while having some coffee and coconut custard pie, Priceless.

[Serk]

Oh yeah, and..... Kali's *cough cough* Boyfriend WANTED to join us, came and joined us, and submitted himself for inspection by not only myself, but also Kali's mom, my dad, my mom, and my mom's twin sister.

And..... the triplets, and our 3 GSDs.....

I don't hate the boy.... Still suspicious as dads tend to be, but I don't hate the boy, and respect his bravery and chutzpah if nothing else.....

[The emperor has no clothes]

Oh yeah, and..... Kali's *cough cough* Boyfriend WANTED to join us, came and joined us, and submitted himself for inspection by not only myself, but also Kali's mom, my dad, my mom, and my mom's twin sister.

And..... the triplets, and our 3 GSDs.....

I don't hate the boy.... Still suspicious as dads tend to be, but I don't hate the boy, and respect his bravery and chutzpah if nothing else.....

either that, or he's just plain stupid. Just kidding. I don't imagine she will pick losers. 

[Jess from VA]

NONE!  

Me neither.  I don't eat much of that.  (not that it shows)  

I just decided it wasn't worth the battle to get the pounds off.  

Well, me neither.  Most of my life I could eat/drink all I wanted or starve and would be the same size.  Maybe flex a few up in winter, down in summer from activity.

In my 60's retirement I've got a 15-20lb gut (edit: OK probably 25).  I don't care.  I eat less than ever, and my body just decides what it wants to be.  Food isn't the problem (mostly), exercise is.  I'm not doing that either (beyond the occasional walks and yard/house work.  

Most of the older folks I know only lost significant weight from illness and disease.  I'll pass on that too.  

[John Schmidt]

No dessert....or Thanksgiving for that matter. My daughter and family weren't available so I spent the day doing nothing....took all day to do it too. Worked on the trike a bit but too cold to be out there in the garage for very long. Came in, cleaned up and took a short nap. Late afternoon just warmed up some leftovers, a little TV and called it a day. Looks like tomorrow will be a repeat. Life kinda sucks! 

[MAD6Gun]

 I had a piece of pumpkin that I made and some of my wife's wonderful pistachio desert.

  Between the prednisone I'm still on and to much to eat my blood sugar was 236 last night before I went to bed. Was 112 this morning so I'm good.

[Detn8er]

I ate enough nanner puddin' to choke a mule... Nom Nom Nom.... My dear sweet sister always make a huge one to take to Mom's house and then I take the left overs home..... 

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Home made pumpkin pie with home made whipped cream 

[cookiedough]

Oh yeah, and..... Kali's *cough cough* Boyfriend WANTED to join us, came and joined us, and submitted himself for inspection by not only myself, but also Kali's mom, my dad, my mom, and my mom's twin sister.

And..... the triplets, and our 3 GSDs.....

I don't hate the boy.... Still suspicious as dads tend to be, but I don't hate the boy, and respect his bravery and chutzpah if nothing else.....

been there done that but age 16 some 6 years ago.  It ended up calling the local county police to put a restraining order on the kid.  Either that,  or I was going over to beat the snot outta him putting him either 6 ft. under or in a hospital, and probably me in jail!      Luckily he listened to the female police officer I went to high school with,  he never bothered daughter again nor sent one more evil text/facebook, etc.    I think his parents were also warned by the police lady at the same time, pretty serious it was to the point he needed to actually be put in jail or back in my day beat up big time. 

Make sure you introduce the young lad to MR S&W along with the other various gems you have am sure you can pick a few dozen to show him?      

My daughter age 15 throughout 2nd year in college had a tendency to pick the worst ones.  All 5 age 15 thru 19 were what I would consider NO potential with only potential to be shot by me.   ONLY one I could tolerate but know at least 1 of the 5 is in jail now.

[0leman]

Walked down to my daughters for Dinner carrying a pumpkin and apple pie that my DW made.   After a great dinner and some talk,  we sampled the pies.    Had slices of both, yes to whip cream on pumpkin and ice cream on the apple.   Wasn't really stuffed on walk home (up hill).   

Serk,  we have three good looking daughters.   Being that I was a martial arts instructor in a small town help with the young guys coming around.    Not sure if it helped, but all three selected pretty good guy for mates.  Can't complain about them.  Good luck with your daughters. 

[John Schmidt]

Oh yeah, and..... Kali's *cough cough* Boyfriend WANTED to join us, came and joined us, and submitted himself for inspection by not only myself, but also Kali's mom, my dad, my mom, and my mom's twin sister.

And..... the triplets, and our 3 GSDs.....

I don't hate the boy.... Still suspicious as dads tend to be, but I don't hate the boy, and respect his bravery and chutzpah if nothing else.....

Serk, I sure can relate. Having raised four girls it became a bit of a game at times. One of my rules was don't sit out front and honk, you come to the door. That discouraged a number of the guys. I was often asked "did you not have any boys?" I usually answered "oh yes, more than you can imagine but none were mine." In the end, they all picked good mates as well but there were a few bumps along the way for two of the girls. The youngest, Toni, married a Navy guy who liked to stop for a few drinks on the way home, then show up half drunk demanding supper and acting like he's Ali. That lasted only a few weeks at his last station(Adak, AK), Toni clocked him a good right cross and then dashed up the stairs. When he came staggering up after her, she grabbed the handrail on each side of the steps and gave him two feet in the chest. He rolled down both flights of stairs, she called the SP and by the time he was released she was on her way back to Orlando with the little gal that's now a new mother. The other daughter with life's rough roads lost her first hubby in a car accident along with the youngest daughter, only seven at the time. Life with my girls has been a bit of a merry-go-round at times, thankfully it has settled down some now...I'm getting too old for all the theatrics. 

[98valk]

Oh yeah, and..... Kali's *cough cough* Boyfriend WANTED to join us, came and joined us, and submitted himself for inspection by not only myself, but also Kali's mom, my dad, my mom, and my mom's twin sister.

And..... the triplets, and our 3 GSDs.....

I don't hate the boy.... Still suspicious as dads tend to be, but I don't hate the boy, and respect his bravery and chutzpah if nothing else.....

just have him read and sign this

10 Rules for Dating My Daughter

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter.  Not in front of me–ever until after you marry her, then not in front of me.  You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.  You will no longer have hands.

Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.  I’ve been meaning to take the high powered tool out of the packaging.

Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a ‘Barrier method’ of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.  Any questions?

Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only small talk I need from you is your perfect driving record and the additional added side and corner airbags.  In fact to keep it short, I really just need to know when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: ‘early.’

Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you or you are proposing marriage. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating my daughter. She is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka – zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better. My daughter has HeyWAY on her phone, I monitor her GPS location every five minutes.

Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and enough land behind the house. Do not trifle with me.  I have a network of good attorneys.  Your murder would only be my first offense–self defense.

Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight, speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car – there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

[MarkT]

Rhubarb pie.  I bought a case of them from a local outfit that makes them like grandma used to, then freezes them for you to finish in the oven.  EXCELLENT.  Nice to have three freezers.  And three pantries.  We could be snowed in for a year and not go hungry.  Still, regularly trips to the grocery for dairy & eggs & produce.  Also bread doesn't keep for more than a couple months in the freezers.

I don't eat large repasts anymore not even for Thanksgiving.  This is a lamb steak on the grill new potatoes, brussels sprouts, Greek wine.  Helps me keep my girlish figure after losing 65# after a tractor accident - trying to lose another 30 or so.



On the dating daughter issue - I had no problems with that, did the classic cleaning guns bit, and mentioned to the boys I'm a Vietnam veteran, made crazy by Agent Orange and I have no problem with going back to prison.  All exaggerations and lies of course but the boys had no idea...  I did mention that whatever they do to Valerie, I'm going to do to them - I once lived in Greece.