November 23, 2007
Making Thanksgiving dinner, or any serious dinner, in my kitchen is something of a circus act. Or a feat of military planning. I readily admit it is never graceful enough to be considered a finely choreagraphed ballet. But sitting at the dining room table by candlelight, having our own Turkey Day feast (never mind that it is a day late), most of the grief of cooking in my inadequate kitchen (it outclasses anything I’ve seen on FoodNetwork) is forgiven. Thanks are given for an actual holiday, and we toast that next year, we’ll be in OUR new house, not mine.