Tiny slices of rainbows are dancing round about wherever the sun catches a prism on this cold, cold November day. I’m moving rather slowly today after several days of preparation and a great feast yesterday. There is really nothing quite like the mellow flavors of a turkey dinner; the thyme and sage and rosemary, the cranberries and sweet potatoes, roasted brown with a slight crunch. Sandy and Harvey brought us loaves of Challah bread, plucked from a bakery in New York yesterday morning to grace our meal last night. These tasty loaves were not deterred by airport security. Pies and cake and wine and good conversation flowed and a call from Katy wishing us well was the best desert of all. Heather brought a green tin filled with Crate & Barrel Sea Salt Caramels. Have you every tried one? Caramel, dark chocolate, and a dusting of sea salt. Bliss. I noticed a few extra pieces missing when I opened the tin just now to click this picture. Aha! Jennifer, you have been discovered.
We have a new grandnephew, born on Wednesday, and, forevermore, our Thanksgiving child. Wondrous thing new babies are. I’m hoping to meet him soon, though pictures have floated my way already. Such a wonderful age we live in where a baby can be born and his picture sent via a cell phone for all the family to see.
I think I’ll eat just this one caramel now and then, fortified, go forth and brave this bright and frigid day.