Thanksgiving Day photo album

Thanksgiving morning. How did you spend it? Quietly maybe? Busy with herding kids or fixing foods?

I'm in the kitchen, ready and waiting for the arrival of Snowdrop, Sparrow and their parents.






Our breakfast is informal on this day. We come to the table, pick something to eat, carry it to the next room. The TV is on. Macy's Thanksgiving Parade. You're surprised? My girls have loved this bit of silly fun for a long, long time. Here's something I read in the NYTimes that feels right to me:


It is a hard rite to explain: To commemorate the multicultural harvest feast of 1621 at Plymouth Rock, about three million New Yorkers and visitors annually station themselves on freezing late-November streets to watch giant inflatable branded cartoon characters, all promoting a department store that filed for bankruptcy protection more than 25 years ago.

Black Friday sales, SantaCon and the New Year’s Eve ball drop in Times Square — are largely adult affairs, but the Thanksgiving parade belongs to the children.

So the TV is on and I forge ahead with the cooking. And that cooking forms the backbone of the day, first in lunch preparations (squash soup and grilled cheese sandwiches today), then dinner. And I have to say, age brings some bit of savvy to the process, because the goal was to have Thanksgiving dinner ready by 5:30 and I was off by only five minutes.

No more commentary. Here's our day, as told in photos:

















































(Sparrow tries squash soup. He's neutral about it. Sort of like Snowdrop.)
























(Facetime with Primrose! We miss you guys!)






(I splayed the turkey again this year: you wiggle the drumsticks out of the sockets and press them down in the pan. It's the best way I know to get the breast and dark meat to be ready at the same time.)
























(Cranberry/cherry pie. I did not bake it!)






(Sparrow is much more enthusiastic about whipped cream! So is his sister.)






Such a full and beautiful day! Looking out right now I catch a glimpse of the beaver moon behind a thin layer of misty cloud. It's shining brightly on us, on you too, I expect.





I hope your table had good foods on it today. I hope you had a peaceful and happy Thanksgiving.

Wednesday before Thanksgiving

There are many things I am grateful for today. That Primrose is under the good care of her parents and Minneapolis grandparents. That some former students morphed into friends and they continue to write me about their families, travels, life's adventures. That I could sleep in this morning. That a second trip to the grocery store (to return romaine lettuce and replace it with... well, arugula, because nothing else is deemed safe this season) still fills me with warm feelings as I watch people wait patiently in a long line to pick up their turkeys. That there is a gentle snow flurry, that almost makes up for the continued onslaught of unseasonably cold temperatures.






That Ed and I are in sync again for breakfasts...






That I could meet up with my daughter and Snowdrop for a macaron treat (at the mall of her dance class -- here she is, surging ahead to greet me).






(Inside "Gigi's Cupcakes")






(I suppose I'm not the first to note that Christmas and kids are a happy combination...)






(Every holiday detail at this outdoor mall excites Snowdrop!)






(Everything!)






Grateful, too, that I can watch this little girl's dance class...

(For once, we are early and she is first in line. She is beaming, even as I want to remind her that we are nearly always last because she has such a hard time ending her play sessions!)






(We ask later -- did you like the story in today's class? Her response -- no! It was scary.)






How about the things that cause me to furrow my brow (but playfully, because thankfully, we have no drama in our lives this year)? Well, I made no progress with cooking tomorrow's meal. I blame the needed extra trip to the grocery store!

Things that cause me to smile? Oh, so much! But I am especially amused that this week, Snowdrop, who has a keen eye and notices everything in the farmhouse and I mean everything new or out of place, discovered the well hidden (or so I thought!) small stack of holiday gifts. What's this??? -- she asked with delight, dangling a very nice gift for Primrose which she hoped was perhaps for her.

New hiding place needed.

Too, there are the emails that come in on my computer: the usual Black Friday deals, sent early. But what's this? Stores in Warsaw and Paris are also inviting me to shop on Black Friday? How do they even explain this crazy shopping day in countries where Thanksgiving is completely unrecognized?


Alright. Enough idle musing. If you'll excuse me, I really must get to some food preparation or Thanksgiving eating will be very very late tomorrow!

Tuesday before Thanksgiving

The Tuesday before the holiday: cold but spirited!






It is my Thanksgiving shopping day and so shortly after breakfast...






... I am off to the store. It's always an emotional experience for me -- this wealth of foods, doused with memories of days when I would bring my girls with me to the store and they'd wander the aisles while I inspected every last bean, apple and potato (so many to choose from!) because I wanted the best for their holiday table.

Today I ran into a friend at the beginning of my shopping trip and, having the same path before us, we kept running into each other, pausing to chat each time, so that the whole trip was wonderfully long and filled with chuckles (my friend has a terrific sense of humor) as the cart filled with produce, then spices, cheese, broth, bread and butter and I'm thinking -- if this isn't a rich morning, then I don't know what is.

(Oranges too pretty to hide in the fridge...)






In the afternoon, I pick up Snowdrop.

She is in a bubble of glee because this morning she finally attempted, successfully, to write her own name -- all six letters, carefully shaped, perfectly legible. To her, this is a turning point. The books she now writes still have plenty of characters that are made up, but they can all be signed by her full name -- Snowdrop.

Learning is not a race. Each child learns something every single day. But to Snowdrop, perhaps more than any toy she possesses, words are important. They fill her free play time here at the farmhouse and so this step is as important as riding a bike would be to a child hell bent on moving forward on wheels.

Predictably, she spends a while today on her "books."






Well, on books in general.






An interruption: ahah's here, ahah's here! You'd think royalty had just made an appearance...






Back to book projects...











I'm to take Snowdrop home today. As we walk to the car, I'm thinking -- no one could accuse this girl of being low energy!






(The drive reveals a spectacular sunset. Believe me, it was even more beautiful than this, but one has to snap the camera at a safe moment, not necessarily at the optimal moment.)






(At Snowdrop's home, the ever inquisitive Sparrow...)






Have a serene Tuesday eve, little ones!

Tomorrow, the cooking begins.

Monday

In the cold early morning, a bundle of warmth arrives at the farmhouse. Hi, grandma!






Having just come off of a weekend of family and especially of family around a table, eating, it's hard to get back on track with Thanksgiving preparations. But Monday is a day of reprieve for me, in that I am too busy with grandkids to think much about anything else.

Here's that bundle -- the youngest of the bunch: Sparrow is 5.5 months and he is one happy little boy.






It's extraordinarily rare for Ed and I to not join forces for breakfast, but today we completely passed each other by: I'd forgotten he had a scheduled morning call and in any event, he slept far too long and so I decided not to wait to eat my morning meal. The little guy keeps me company.






And just as I finish, Ed comes in from his call and now I have two guys at the table again.






One last photo from the morning batch -- of Sparrow, showing off how completely cool he is about sitting most anywhere.






And now we come to the afternoon batch of pics. Here's Snowdrop, at the farmette after school. She talks big about being tired, about wanting quiet time, but as she leaves the car, she resists the impulse to go straight inside (despite the freezing temperatures) and makes her way to the cheepers who are keeping to the bushes so that the biting wind would not reach them. Snowdrop wants to pet one, but with our brood, you have to know who is the least chicken about being touched. (Hands down, Tomato. I point her to the brown girl hovering in the background and finally, she has a cheeper petting success!)






At the farmhouse, she instantly discovers that I've added pink post-its to the dwindling stack in her "office." It's like feeding cheese to mice or nuts to a squirrel: Snowdrop is instantly at the table, writing away.






(Oh, that Snowdrop smile!)






Wanting quiet time, eh?






Such a full day. A grand day. A great leap into the Thanksgiving week!