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The pasta and salad equally delicious. The fact that everyone is pulling out all the stops to make every Eat Together a great time, leaves me at a loss for words. Are there more gourmet cooks in my family than I realized? Yes. But, what is being revealed on a monthly basis goes far beyond what's on the plate. Everyone is trying, and succeeding on all levels. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfjswYsCZiU/R0G_la4fe4I/AAAAAAAAANM/s9UBd1O9S4s/s1600-h/niclaugreg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:10px 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfjswYsCZiU/R0G_la4fe4I/AAAAAAAAANM/s9UBd1O9S4s/s200/niclaugreg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134595699771407234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's been no wishy-washy commitments or second-guessing suppers. You are opening your doors, showing us a little more of who you are and sending us on our way stuffed like a turkey (thanksgiving pun.) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vfjswYsCZiU/R0HCV64fe5I/AAAAAAAAANU/zL0FbGjscTc/s1600-h/vivcupcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vfjswYsCZiU/R0HCV64fe5I/AAAAAAAAANU/zL0FbGjscTc/s200/vivcupcake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134598732018318226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For this is not merely an opportunity to show off your cooking skills, but in a much bigger picture you are in fact showing us your version of "passing a good time." No one will argue that as New Orleanians we like to eat and be merry. And as the old adage goes, where there's food, there's people. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfjswYsCZiU/R0HC0q4fe6I/AAAAAAAAANc/v5MY-aoSI8M/s1600-h/rymissjo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:10px 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfjswYsCZiU/R0HC0q4fe6I/AAAAAAAAANc/v5MY-aoSI8M/s200/rymissjo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134599260299295650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But aside from all the great menus we are putting together, we're creating comfort, memories and an experience. We're past all the small talk now, for just below the surface, there is a tradition brewing. Or maybe it's a ritual, or maybe it's just what we should have been doing all along. Whatever you want to call it, it seems to be working. In this week of giving thanks, I say thanks to all of you for making this such a great family.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfjswYsCZiU/R0HD1q4fe7I/AAAAAAAAANk/Yl5bPt5DPVw/s1600-h/maryviv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfjswYsCZiU/R0HD1q4fe7I/AAAAAAAAANk/Yl5bPt5DPVw/s200/maryviv.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134600376990792626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26979323-7792407586407585167?l=firstsaturdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Despite the rather large television in the den, we all gathered around the 8 inch in the kitchen to watch the Saints hand it to the 49ers. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; D&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner Joanne and Mike put together a wonderful red gravy pasta. It was a dish that would make even Tony Soprano proud. We continue with dessert - homemade peach cobbler and adorable fleur de lis cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFzaPA2WpLQ/RyX5_2EoOaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ruh3W4Cv34k/s1600-h/family+dinner.+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126778626073180578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFzaPA2WpLQ/RyX5_2EoOaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ruh3W4Cv34k/s200/family+dinner.+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the Saints wasn't the only form of entertainment at the Skertichs. Their was coloring,&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; pumpkin decorating&lt;/span&gt; and a scarf wearing competition. Now that I think about it, I didn't  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFzaPA2WpLQ/RyX64mEoObI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I0BtpbgqTtc/s1600-h/family+dinner.+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126779601030756786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFzaPA2WpLQ/RyX64mEoObI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I0BtpbgqTtc/s200/family+dinner.+012.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear of a winner of that contest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great spending time with everyone and we are all looking forward to "breakfast stuff" at Nicole and Ryan's on November 17th. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tigers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFzaPA2WpLQ/RyYBhGEoOgI/AAAAAAAAADk/GONtMhPxWWw/s1600-h/family+dinner.+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126786893885225474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="136" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFzaPA2WpLQ/RyYBhGEoOgI/AAAAAAAAADk/GONtMhPxWWw/s200/family+dinner.+007.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFzaPA2WpLQ/RyYBvGEoOhI/AAAAAAAAADs/7iwuyFnnsjE/s1600-h/family+dinner.+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126787134403394066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFzaPA2WpLQ/RyYBvGEoOhI/AAAAAAAAADs/7iwuyFnnsjE/s200/family+dinner.+011.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26979323-4430790575382200575?l=firstsaturdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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