For years we have celebrated Thanksgiving with Papa Saxophone and the boys. It feels sad not to be pulling giblets out of a turkey with them on a cold and damp Seattle morning, but we sure have enjoyed chopping and mixing with King Me and Mlle. here in California, where the sun streams down into their hillside home. Yesterday (after a sweet and too-short visit with Happy Potterer and Another-Other-Mother and my GuideDaughter Mookie) we spent the day making too many pies: Apple Walnut, Pecan and Pumpkin. ("That's half a pie per person!" said Papercup Mixmaster. I didn't tell him there were actually 2 pumpkin pies...)
Wuggy Norple made Cranberry sauce this morning, and is now the timekeeper for our thanksgiving schedule:
"It's 10:02- I think we are a LITTLE bit behind schedule for the Cranberry Sauce."
Sweet smells from the kitchen, football on the TV, and good friends all around. It's a Happy, Sunny Thanksgiving.
2 comments:
We loved loved loved seeing you, and it was way too short a time. The guidedaughter was very pleased with your shnuggling, Wuggy Norple's kindly making her lots of train tracks to be Godzilla on, and the great walk.
--Happy Potterer, Mookie's Mama, Irreverend Amy, etc.
wish we could have been there too.
xo
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