It's a little before 8 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning. I've started a fire in the kitchen stove, Nora has started a fire in the living room stove. Mom is still asleep upstairs.
I see that someone has found our blog through doing a Google search on the phrase "bride nora from wear the bride dress." Clearly I haven't been using Google correctly...
Our friends Ursula and Linda will be with us for dinner at about 5:30,
bringing stuffed acorn squash and a pecan pie. Leading to that moment, the agenda for the day is to roast the turkey that's brining in the garage (who needs a refrigerator when you've got Vermont in November?); to bake cranberries and oranges; to make mashed potatoes with leeks, and risotto with sun-dried tomatoes and cherry peppers; to bake cornbread stuffing; to set wine and prosecco to chill; to vacuum and sweep and move the table out; and to put the chocolate lava cakes into the oven right as we're clearing the turkey bones off the table.
And to say good morning to you all, and happy Thanksgiving.