I hope you had an enjoyable Thanksgiving weekend, and we certainly did. There were just a few stumbles – aren’t there always? First…. my lemon meringue pies turned into lemon soup. If you’ve never made them, here’s what I didn’t know. I thought I’d add a little more lemon juice than the recipes requires… to give it just a little more lemon zing. Well… too much lemon zing kills the corn starch -stick-togetherness…. hence.. soup. Stick to the recipe on that one.
Then… Dear old Dad came in wearing his MAGA red baseball hat. I ignored it, because he’s entitled to wear whatever he wants to wear and think whatever he wants to think, and I wasn’t taking the bait. Until he took to yelling and pointed fingering his opinion at several of my other guests and didn’t stop yelling when I asked. And that’s when I intervened with some yelling of my own. Not one of our finer moments, and very typical of our relationship, sadly.
My apple pies, that thankfully came out delicious, not soup-like.
I used honeycrisp apples, cortlands, empires, mcintosh.
It was a great mix – honeycrisp my absolute favorite.
Other than that miserable moment, we had an enjoyable dinner and time spent with family.
The weekend after Thanksgiving is when Christmas comes out of the closets, the basement, and the shed at this old house. As of today, the halls are decked, and although the picture doesn’t reflect it, the pumpkins have been removed from the front stoop.
My Christmas cactus are in full bloom and the cottage geranium
is still pretty in pink.
My Aunt Virginia made this tree in ceramics class many moons ago – It’s my favorite decoration. Several of my friends have them as well, very popular back in the 70’s-80’s. I bet a few of you have one, too..
This morning while I fed horses, the prettiest pink hues spread across the
landscape… only to fade to New England grey shortly after.
Currently drizzling outside, more rain in the forecast – and I’m feeling at peace as I sit at my desk writing out christmas cards, and a touch of sad- because a few on my list are no longer with us. I write little notes in some of the cards, especially to those who have had a difficult year. I think it’s a sad thing – that letter writing and christmas card sending is becoming a dying tradition, so I’m keeping it up on my end, regardless.
Till soon –
