November 29, 2015

White Dog and the rest of the White Dog Army had been gathered in the kitchen for nearly an hour. They knew the time was soon upon us, three days late, to actually sit down to a Thanksgiving dinner.

The turkey scented the house all afternoon as it roasted in wild sage from the yard, chopped apples, celery, onions and a basting of red chile honey. There was traditional Midwestern bread stuffing for Steve, Candace and I...and a special kibble stuffing Steve put together of trout kibble in turkey broth with cabbage, apples and celery for the White Dog Army. We all shared green beans and lovely yellow beets...at the last minute, Steve surprised us with an added a goat cheese, kale, cranberries and mushroom tart to the groaning board.

It was warm and cozy in the house and pianist George Winston provided "Autumn" music as we drew together as a family and feasted. Thanks flowed easily and we talked of plans to continue sharing the season of giving. The food was delicious, the company unbeatable, and the evening concluded with family movie night as we cuddled together on the bed to watch the first episode of the BBC's Sherlock series.

No one even mentioned the pumpkin pie.