By the time you read this, I will be exactly 2,758 miles away from my cozy home in Oakland, CA. Instead, I'll be in a rural town in western NY preparing for a Thanksgiving feast with my dear mama. I'll be hours from any major city, marveling at starry skyscapes and barren winter fields and listening for the final flocks of geese heading for warmer weather.
I'll try my very best to shed my quickened urban pace while comparing pie crust recipes, scouring the rural grocery stores for one beloved Tofurkey, stockpiling mushrooms for vegetarian gravy, and fine-tuning our Thanksgiving menu until it promises to sing. (Oh, just sing!)
I am thankful for so many things. Every year, it seems I am more thankful than the last. I can only imagine how my old heart might just burst into 1 billion pieces in another 40 or 50 years. I think I get more tender as I go.
For my friends in the States, I send you warm wishes for a memorable and even magical Thanksgiving Day. May your pie crusts be perfectly flaky, your potatoes whipped to your satisfaction, and your stuffing packed full of fresh sage and thyme. For my friends everywhere, may you find a good reason to bake one delicious pie. I'll see you soon. xoxo, k.