As I write this, it is Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. I stayed up half the night waiting for it to snow, as the weather service said it would. Denver got a foot, Chicago may be getting a bomb cyclone, and the Macy’s Parade in New York May have to ground the balloons. It seems our beloved Pacific Northwest is the only section of the country with no snow.
But tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and food is always good. I am softening butter to make Snickerdoodles, proving yeast for some Amish white bread for your picky-eater Cousins, and simmering cinnamon sticks for the cranberry sauce.
It is amazing how excited I got about Thanksgiving once we decided to buy the turkey pre-roasted! I can enjoy making the food I know I can do well for people I love and still have energy to enjoy the day. I can’t believe it took me until I was 63 to realize that I can hate cooking turkey and still be a good woman. Oy. Old stereotypes run deep.
I hope you and your Daddy David and Momma Olga have a wonderful Thanksgiving! I will send pictures from our celebration tomorrow!