It always happens to me when I host Thanksgiving. Somehow in all the hustle and bustle the camera gets set down and never picked up again and I am left with no pictures of the day. Ah, well, thankfully I have photographers in the family.
The day was delightful – all that I hoped it would be. Emily came over and cooked with me in the kitchen – cooking with people is always better to me than cooking alone.
When everyone arrived we took a long walk in our local forest preserve. It got everyone chatting and interacting and hungry!
When we arrived home I found that I had not timed the turkey perfectly… and he was a little brown. But that didn’t matter… I was enjoying myself.
The children had some fun activities to do… making Mayflower boats, decorating the front bushes with Christmas Lights (all by themselves) and watching White Christmas
The day closed with Trader’s Point Creamery’s eggnog spiked with run and some wonderful desserts made by Heather. (if you haven’t tasted TPC’s eggnog – you must – it’s the real deal and very good!)
And so my friends, we have entered the holiday season. I’m trying to savor each moment… the year always closes with such rapidity… I hate to see time pass so quickly….
Oooh… I have to let you know – the Beekman Boys Thanksgiving menu was impeccable! I loved cooking it – I kinda felt like I was cooking a “designer” menu. I loved having something you made ahead, somethings that popped in to the oven while you worked on a few things on the stove top…. I thought it was very well thought out. I haven’t gotten my hands on their new cookbook, but now I can’t wait! So… three cheers to the Beekman Boys for such wonderful food!
I finished the Beekman Boys’ other book right before Thanksgiving. If you have not read “The Bucolic Plague: How two manhattanites became gentlemen farmers” you really should – you will laugh and cry with them and be inspired. I just want them to get a few sheep now so they can sell their own wool and I can do a few designs for them! =)






















One of the things I love about weekending is the tiny bits of time to carve out some inspiration – times of feeding the creative heart.
