Tomorrow, I’ll sit down with family and share a meal. We’ll drink a little too much wine, gorge ourselves on pie, and, generally, make a fantastic mess of the kitchen and dining room. It’s maybe the one time each year I’m pro-mess–shows how much we love each other, right?
As I write this (on Tuesday evening), I’m exhausted–the third and unnecessary dessert did me under, I think. But I want to keep the people to pie ratio on the smaller side–three people per pie. That seems legit, right? The stuffing and cranberry sauce and green beans and twice baked butternut squash–those are all frozen and ready to travel across several state lines. And thank heavens for that plug-in cooler. Lifesaver.
I’m also going to be sans internet for more days than I’d like to imagine. I’d photographed every post I wanted to queue up for the next six days, but never found the time to type them out. Needless to say, I’ll have more than enough blogging material for the coming weeks.
So take this thistle and blow its seeds, pretend it’s thankfulness you’re spreading. Between Israel & Gaza, war starting up again in the Congo, and the multitudes of families who go without every day, I feel cheap having so much peace, so much food. So I’m going to center on that these coming days, that and the family I’ve been gifted with–both my own and G’s.
A very joyful Thanksgiving to everyone celebrating here in the States and peace & love to everyone!