in the crockpot is a rosemary-mint lentil soup. there is a pumpkin pie, rolls, spinach and cheese dip. tomorrow afternoon i'll make lavosh bread and b'stilla. olivia is bringing tarte au citron, and i don't know what all else will show up. this all sounds like a lovely stand-in, unconventional thanksgiving. i'm also starving at the moment ( Read more... )

mom called this evening to say that she and dad decided they weren't up to putting together a thanksgiving dinner, so we have reservations at Jake's tomorrow in Portland. while i entirely sympathize with all this and am not upset by it, the residual bit of childhood self that is still hanging on is crying ( Read more... )