This year we flew east to spend Thanksgiving with my family and see some old friends. There was so much in those ten days that I wish we could have stayed for a few more weeks just to sit by the fire and read.
The old collection of Lego was pulled out for Alder, but it was the grownups that really got into it.
In our family Thanksgiving is really a series of two big feasts surrounded by cooking and other smaller meals. Alder fell asleep on the dinning room couch every night.
Evenings started with friends showing up for snacks and drinks and lasted ’til the wee hours when us middle generation had finished off the last of some bottle of wine.
The table was set for 18, except for the cranberries every bowl on the table was something different.
There were three home baked pies, two birthday cakes (two birthdays around Thanksgiving), another cake and a pumpkin cheese cake. Like everything else they were all home made. It’s lucky that we had two kitchens to work with.
As if there hadn’t been enough eating on the way home we stopped at a soup party to see some more friends that we’ve missed a lot since we left Vermont.
Leaving too quickly from their house we drove back to New York for a one more day.