I was puzzled by two dishes of mashed potatoes at the dinner. They were flecked with pinky/red stuff, and when I tasted it later, having put a small sample on my plate, it turned out to be Baco bits, not even real bacon. It turned the potatoes pink. How weird. Why would anyone do that to mashed potatoes?
Now I have to figure out what to make for our family Thanksgiving. I have not made the dinner myself for years since we always go to the grandparents' house, usually one on Thursday and one on Friday. This year the EG's have decided to ditch the rest of us for the granddaughter who lives in another state, and Jason is having the meal on Saturday, so the Thursday meal is up to me. Besides the turkey, I will make the mashed potatoes (or delegate that to Abby), sweet potatoes, and pie. Probably not pumpkin pie, maybe chocolate and apple, but not together. And, of course, the green bean casserole. We never had this when I was growing up, and I never tasted it until I was married, but we have grown to really like it. Sometimes the mundane is popular for a good reason. And brussels sprouts if I can find some.
We are having wonderful fall color here now, with intermittent raining days. The lawn out front is covered with yellow leaves, and we have had one frost. In bee news, that blast of non-poison killer I gave them seems to have worked, and they are all gone. I am not sure what exactly they were, some kind of ground/waspy/bee but their stings were pretty bad. Though I hate to kill stuff off, it is better to be able to go out into the backyard without fear.