Well, since you asked . . . in our family we always celebrate on the Sunday - leaving the Monday for recovering from a turkey overload.
I enjoyed coffee on the deck while mom and Paul slept in.

After breakfast we headed off to Picton, the largest community in Prince Edward County.
Just outside of the town is a conservation area that features a quirky collection of birdhouses. Birdhouse City was started 30 years ago by a local wood carver. Sadly many of his creations have not withstood the test of time but gradually some of them are being restored by local volunteers.
This one has been 'touched up' - nothing like a fresh coat of paint to make it look new again! Of course it was one of my favourites for the obvious reasons . . .

As I was heading back into the town I saw a sign for the millennium look out'. After a quick u-turn we made our way up Macaulay Mountain where we found the look out and a gorgeous view over the town.

When we got back into Picton I parked the car and we wandered around enjoying the shops and galleries. Because we knew we'd have a HUGE dinner later in the day we decided on a light lunch. I
had heard aboutBuddha Dog, a hot dog spot that has a cult-like following amongst Toronto foodies. Guess where we ended up?
This spot rocked - everything is make with fresh products with no preservatives . . the hot dogs . . .the buns . . . the HUGE selection of toppings . . . the cheese. You get the picture. Better yet, almost everything was local. We all loved Buddha Dog!
Thanks Chowhound.
After a quick stop in Copper Kettle for some of their famous chocolate bark we headed back to Bloomfield.
I suggested that a return visit to Slickers might be in order. Paul and Mom perked up at the suggestion.
Forget Ben & Jerry's, Hagen Daz and most of the "artisan" ice cream varieties- Slickers blows them out of the water hands down. Slickers is famous for making their ice cream in small batches using fresh ingredients the - I've tried their Campfire Cream - burnt marshmallow with Kahlua and their chocolate banana. Because it was Thanksgiving I decided to go with their Pumpkin Pie flavour. WOW

So much for not eating much. SIGH
Mom had seen a sign for a glass blowing demonstration so we headed hunted the studio out. We enjoyed watching the artist create his works - glass blowing is such a fascinating thing to watch! Of course we did more than watch and after we loaded the car with our purchases we headed back to the cottage.
Paul worked hard in the kitchen preparing the stuffing and making the turkey. We all chipped in and set the table.

I could get used to eating with this gorgeous view every day!
Believe it or not but I have NO photos of the food. None at all.
We had orchard martinis with Fith Town and Black River cheeses.
Paul's turkey was a HUGE hit - impressive given that he had never cooked a turkey before. The gravy was made with pureed roasted pears and pear cider and really rocked my world. We weren't sure about the stuffing recipe - chopped apples? Really? Butof course it rocked.
Mom had made her famous cranberry sauce. I contributed whipped mashed potatoes with buttermilk and chives, Amy's amazing squash and goat cheese gratin, and some of the corn we froze last month. We finished off with pumpkin pie that mom had made and brought with her. Sadly the cottage had NO mixer or whisk so she was forced to whip the cream the old fashioned way - shaking the hell out of it in a jar!
Desperate measures kids, desparate measures.
It worked and the pie was a hit (especially since it was made with ginger, cinnamon, and mace we picked up at the Spice House in Chicago this summer).
Mom went into a post turkey coma while Paul and I cleaned up.
Later we watched the sun set over the lake . . .

I sure could get used to this . . .