Initially, it looked friendly enough, a sort of pre-Thanksgiving communal cooking experience.
Then I got a closer look at what each group was planning on making.
Oh-oh. This can't be good.
Fortunately, the next day I came home to find they had evidently worked out their differences and repaired to a sunny shore...
For the curious, at the far end of the table in the first and last pictures you will find evidence of DH's current fascination with the candy cookbook I gave him - marshmallows, in this case. There's also home-made maple sugar candy on the table, but you can't see it. (Yes, I keep it hidden. Wouldn't you?)