My pies were baked yesterday. Kiddo1 loves to cook and bake with me so we set up pie shop in the kitchen. She made two of her own pies, rolled the crust and everything! I have miniature pie pans that she uses. She made one apple and one pumpkin and had great fun watching them bake through the oven door. Then disaster struck. Disaster in the name of her sister who dug her fist into Kiddo1's pumpkin pie. There were tears and wailing and tearing of garments. (But if there had to be one pie that was dug in to, I'm glad it was hers and not the 10 inch ones I made!)
The house is still a
My home is not perfect. It may never be. There is a mystery stain near the fridge that may or may not be scrubbed before my guests arrive. The bathrooms have not been cleaned. At all. But they're still functional, even with the dust bunnies behind the door.
I know there are many people (and TV specials) that have spent a lot of time on how to create a "table-scape" for their Thanksgiving table. Be assured, there will be no "table-scape" on this Thanksgiving table. The "table-scape" on our table is the faces gathered around it.
We will gather here, in my box and toy-strewn house today. We will eat food that we raised ourselves. We will play and laugh and visit. We will remember the memories that this house holds for me and I will share those with my children. I'm not promising that I won't cry. I miss my mom terribly and the memory of my dad is so strong, particularly in the house he spent 69 of his years.
And that is what Thanksgiving is REALLY all about...here at THE FARM.
A blessed Thanksgiving to all of you!!