Last Thanksgiving was the bombest holiday ever, and one of the best weekends of my chicken-little life. P. and I talked both sides of the family into flying west to our tiny Joshua Tree house, and the resulting two-family Thanksgiving collaboration was just amazing. My father-in-law made his World Famous Top Secret Pie Crust (the secret ingredient, I'll divulge, is *vinegar*), my sisters strung the house with lights and kraft paper stars, and we all drank and ate too much while we counted our blessings. Some favorite shots below, including an obligatory Biscuit portrait. (And yes, those are my parents, and no, the lemons did not permanently blind my dad.)
This year we're far, far away from family and certainly nowhere near a heritage turkey farm. So we're going to a Tegan and Sara concert at the Hard Rock Cafe in New Delhi. An unorthodox way to spend T-gives, but we do what we can.
On the long list of blessings in my life, you all are one of the biggest. Whether you're a usual commenter or an anonymous reader, thank you for your humor, insight, and friendship. This blog has really changed the past year and a half of my life in unimaginable ways, and I have all you pumpkinettes to thank for that.
So thanks, and cheers. Enjoy a wonderful Thanksgiving.