What Am I, Chopped Liver?

The debut of this blog just happens to fall on one of my favorite holidays of the year.  Here are some of the things that Thanksgiving means to me:

Maine:

Napping by the Fire in Sweatpants:

Turkeys:

Yes, of course this kind:

But I more specifically mean this kind:

Chopped Liver:

While this may sound disgusting for most of you out there, chopped liver is a staple in this Jewish household.  The phrase "What am I, chopped liver?" doesn't really make sense because if you are chopped liver, then you are really really awesome.  Seriously, just give it a try.  My Irish husband can't get enough of it. 

Black and White Cookies:

Preferably eaten at midnight with a giant glass of milk.  Act fast though because my mother may have already eaten them all.

And of course, last but not least, spending time with my family.  This year I am thankful for the tremendous love and support that surrounds me.

Happy Thanksgiving!