Thanksgiving 2013
The Indigo mashed potatoes are a hit. They simply need a hint of
garlic and they’d be a masterpiece. Thank goodness my neighbor is home and has
a rolling pin to lend me. We have cat spats to keep under control and a dog
that is nervous and underfoot when the felines start to rumble. The little year
and a half old female is a spitfire and trying to take control of the new
territory. It is an unexpected hassle, to make shitake mushroom wild rice, the
tates, spinach salad, stuffing, blueberry and pumpkin pies (wrestling with the
dry dough and had to start over again) and keep an eye on the brawling kitties.
My niece came over to eat and visit, watch the first season of New
Girl with Taelor and I. A friend stopped by with her two little Toto dogs and
drank wine with me. Typically, we have a huge gathering, a crowd of friends who
do not have family to spend Thanksgiving with. It is odd to be smashing a
handful of potatoes versus a ten pound bag. I miss the chaos of a large crew at
the table, various favorite dishes to pass and much sharing. It isn’t to say
that I am not enjoying myself yet the shift in boisterous to cozy energy takes
a bit of getting used to.
The girls got a jump start on handmade Christmas cards for me but
they nixed fastening red hot chili peppers to the wreath frames. A project for
another day perhaps. Keeping the child labor hours down to a minimum.
Merry Thanksgiving, folks. I am off to get another slim slice of
blueberry pie. Would taste better with a serving of French vanilla ice cream
but the neighbor is out.
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