As the wind howls outside and whips around mixed precipitation, I take a break from prepping vegetarian cornbread stuffing, making roasted garlic gravy, and baking a maple bourbon pecan tart to reflect on the blessings of this holiday, and the chance to create new traditions.
Since G and I are merge holidays this year, spending Thanksgiving here with his family and Christmas in Michigan with my family, I have a chance to see how my town ushers in the holidays.
Tonight G and I watched the local holiday parade, cheering for my colleagues and students, waving at adorable kids, and sipping coffee from the new, narrow shop. Santa, by the way, has officially arrived.
We joined a group of G's friends, back visiting family for the holidays, at a local bar/pizza place for laughter, stories, and beer.
When our take-out order was ready, we headed home to eat pizza slices studded with red pepper flakes and piles of vegetables.
And now, we're doing our cooking and baking and food prep.
We're blogging, the soft clicks and clacks of keys in syncopated rhythm.
They blend well.
And so do we.
I love the image of your simultaneous blogging. Sweet post; Happy Thanksgiving!
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