It was a quiet Thanksgiving – no hosting of thousands or schlepping off to visit family. In fact, there was just the three of us (the boy – I’m sorry, I realize he’s nearly 20 but after all these years I can’t very well start referring to him as the man- opted to spend the holiday with the people I half-jokingly refer to as his in-laws, the allergist’s daughter and her family) that sat down to a whole turkey, two kinds of cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green beans and sweet potatoes. Later we ate pumpkin pie and yes, the whole town was aghast that I made only ONE pie. I’ve heard reports from hither and yon that many families enjoyed my perfect butterscotch pecan pie, a specialty I cranked out so many times this fall that I am confident I could now make in my sleep. My very own mother-in-law promises to relinquish her kitchen over Christmas and I shall attempt to make the pie in the field.
On Friday the husband and I met up with a friend from St. Louis visiting family here in Virginia for an afternoon of winery hopping.
The rest of the weekend was a restful blur with lots of reading, a little shopping and a few delicious naps. There’s been time for reflection and chats with long-distance sisters on the phone.
I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.