Did somebody say meat?

I'm a born and bred east-coaster, but I have family roots that lead back to the west side of Chicago, and despite the fierce competition below I'd like to humbly suggest that midwesterners can compete as well in the meat department. This beauty in progress snapshot was taken at my Grandmother's house on Thanksgiving afternoon:


But wait, there's more. Let's up the stank factor with one bonafide order of marshmellow topped sweet potatoes:


And later on if you're lucky we'll raid the stash of vinyl in the combination credenza/record player for some Irish drinking ballads...


...and then perhaps a little kid's disco to top off the evening: