The chicken pitcher is somewhat of a tradition in the Welfle household. My parents break it out only at holidays, and we put our water in it. It was a source of endless amusement when I was a child, because 1) I could make puking sounds when it was poured, and b) it grossed out my little sister.
This is the video we put together for Katie’s sister who is in Ecuador until December. Can you tell we didn’t spend a whole lot of time on it?
Ahh, Thanksgiving. A time of family togetherness. That means I get to hang out with my classy sisters.
Smoked Salmon Eggs Benedict at Dash In. My favorite Saturday brunch item.
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