I cannot think where the time has gone, but here it is 2 days before Thanksgiving already!
I have to hustle and make my famous butternut bisque and all the traditional favorites. And the weather is certainly conspiring to remind me of my childhood…growing up in New York it was ALWAYS very cold and greyish. While we waited for the Turkey to roast we would go for a walk in our woods. Dad would tell us lovely and rambling stories about woodland animals like growlie the bear, and hoppita the rabbit. All complete with sounds and moves and the occasional HORSEY BITER (a much dreaded grabbing of the area just above the knee that would send us into paroxysms of laughter and screams). Oh, how I miss him.
We would return home to the smells and warmth. And Mom standing by the stove. The table would be set, the candles lit, and a frenzy of feeding would commence.
No waiting for dessert in our house, we would move right from one plate to the next. Moaning and laughing until you had to go pass out on the couch. Then after only a few hours we would find our way back to the kitchen for turkey sandwiches and pie.
…MMM… a fantastic feeding frenzy.