Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. Posting will be light until we get back home. Had to be up at 5:30AM to be in Roanoke on time. My brain doesn’t much work before 9AM. I’m more a night owl than a morning person.
Kitchen smells delicious. We made some home made cinnamon ice cream to bring down to compliment dessert. It’s been on dry ice since we left. If you were to ask the FDA, it’s actually a frozen custard. I should probably clarify that before the G-men come bust down my door and have me arrested. See, our federal betters have determined that if you use more than a certain amount of egg it ceases to be ice cream and becomes frozen custard and must be called such.
I for one am thankful we have a federal bureaucracy dedicated to the proposition that not all frozen desserts are created equal, and have pledged their lives, fortunes and sacred honor to protect us from the menace of too many eggs.