Cookie & Cone: The Road to Zurich: Turkey Trot

I am only about a month behind but give me a break, it is the holiday season and I have been bouncing from one party to the next.

Thanksgiving week and the first time Jen and I had overnight guests. We were fortunate to have my mom, Ruby and Jen's mom, Lynda and her husband Lee join us for the holiday. Lee pretty much guaranteed the invite when he offered to smoke the bird for us.

We decided to get in the local swing of things and entered the local turkey trot that runs through our hood. Jen dressed as a pilgrim and received plenty of cheers and advice from other runners and spectators, mostly aimed at her need to get back in the kitchen and prepare the feast. The race also gave me some insight into where Jen's gets her competitve nature. Lynda took the race a little more serious than the rest of us and ended up finishing second in her age group, pretty impressive but of course she was not hindered by a pilgrim costume either.

After the race we hosted some friends who ran in the race with us. Nothing says happy turkey day like a post-race bloody mary and some mulled wine. Islay turned out to be the highlight and lowlight of the party. Our dog trainer stopped by with her dog, who instantly found our girl very attractive and decided to show his affection to her in front of all us on the living room rug. I thought for a moment I would either have to get a hose or go "Ray Donovan" on the dog. All of that turned out to be a bit too much excitement for our little girl so she decided the best way to end the festivities was to lose her bowels on the hardwood floor. Everyone seemed to be in a rush to get home after that but it made for some good laughs later in the day.

With the guests and mulled wine gone, it was time for Lee and I to get busy preparing the turkey, meaning I was drinking beer while he tended to the smoker every half hour.