Yesterday

My daughter's boyfriend is a bona fide cook.  He came up with an all-from-scratch Thanksgiving meal for us:

Turkey

Mashed sweet potatoes with cream cheese

Roasted white potatoes

Yeast rolls

Green bean casserole

Stuffing

Gravy

Thank you, William;  it was all delicious.

We had a lovely time, and Briton and Hannah had lots to talk about.

This is either a conversation about Pokemon or other video games or the Avengers or mutual friends or "The Walking Dead" or movies or pets or TV shows. . .  You can see that Hannah inherited the talking-with-your-hands gene from me.  I once had a student ask me if I'd be able to lecture with my hands tied.