- the first text message I received on Thanksgiving, cryptic and hysterical: Kill A Turkey!
- waking up knowing that cooking is my only assignment for the day
- five days off + three days off with M.
- red slippers (and wondering if my mom is wearing her identical ones)
- the sound of the under-cabinet lights flickering on in the kitchen
- the red red red of cranberry sauce in the refrigerator light
- the clatter of measuring cups
- jazz organ + dancing all day in the kitchen with my very own Bill Cosby dance impersonator
- the sizzle of bacon in the oven
- coffee (and someone who likes to pour it for me and knows to put in two spoons of sugar)
- the squeak of the biscuit cutter on the countertop
- eating said biscuits with pumpkin butter at the kitchen table
- Brilliant Food Tips & Cooking Tricks by David Joachim
- an empty dishwasher when I start cooking
- watching waves roll in while I wash dishes
- hot water (even though it's been smelling a little mysterious lately)
- parsley, sage, and mint in jars on the windowsill
- Mrs. Meyer's pine-scented soap
- a well-seasoned iron skillet
- a long walk on the sand and a handful of beach glass to prove it
- bacon-wrapped pork wearing a turkey costume
- Hendrick's gin wearing a martini costume
- pineapple-mint cocktails wearing no costume
- bare feet during Thanksgiving dinner
- not burning, overcooking, or undercooking ANYTHING this time!
- Beautiful Home Home Cooked Meal For Pure And Simple Living
- all this love + all this laughter + all this everything
- knowing my family and friends are safe and being loved, even though they aren't with me
- building a memory at the table
- falling (no, really, falling) into bed at the end of it all
- being headache-free in the morning and not having to go to work
- Thanksgiving for breakfast (sans martinis this time, I swear)
Friday, November 26, 2010
I'm Thankful For
Labels:
A Red Table,
Thanksgiving
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