Day of Thanks

Our holiday started with a temperature drop of forty degrees and the festive day began. All the hours of preparation and cooking seem somewhat bearable knowing there's at least a respite chill outside for retreat.

Thankfully my Grandma felt well enough to come celebrate with us. What a blessing. We literally feasted until we could feast no more. There are many accomplished cooks in my family--a cross we bear with ease.

And then came the parade of desserts or, as I affectionately call it, pie-a-palooza. We routinely overdo this part of the meal, however, this year it was especially grandiose. Pumpkin, lemon, chocolate, apple crumb, strawberry rhubarb, chocolate pecan, banana salted caramel, and pumpkin cheesecake. So much luxurious decadence, so little time.

This year especially I am grateful for those loved ones who truly mean the world to me. Those who have loved unconditionally and taught me strength and kindness through their unwavering examples. A heart-felt thanks as well to you Tales readers who read my nonsensical ramblings and still speak to me regardless.