Remember when we all went to Grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving. I remember sitting in front of the fireplace to keep warm when it was cold. We might gather around the piano and sing for awhile. The adults would tell stories while we dreamily watched the fire dance and crackle. When it was time for bed we would slip into icy sheets and snuggle together till our bodies warmed the heavy quilts we were under for there was no heat in the bedrooms. Well those days are gone, our families are spread far and wide, grandparents go visit the children on holidays, and our fireplaces are backed up with central air. That’s what I will be doing this year. Although, I will be taking the pecan pie I only bake about twice a year.
Todays harvest is on gargantuan terms and may come to your table fresh from the southern hemisphere. I noticed asparagus from Peru the last time I was at the grocer.
We do have something extra special to be thankful for this time.
Isn’t life good when you can buy plants at the grocery store also. I had to give this little pot of parsley a home under a florescent light on my kitchen counter. 🙂
Hubby has already gotten the baking fever. I hope he doesn’t exhaust himself before the holiday begins. I surely am enjoying his apple pies now, however. I know I’m early but I hope your Thanksgiving is extra special this year.