A mother who taught me the importance of a homemade pie crust, and a father who perfected the art of applying vanilla ice cream to a piece of pie.
Streusel topping for when the top crust just doesn't come together.
A daughter who loves to bake, who's almost old enough to bake things by herself, but who still asks questions like, "This says I need three-slash-four cups of sugar...how much is three-slash-four?"
Another daughter who is finally old enough to play games that require reading, but who is still young enough to say "cimmanon" and "bekfrast."
A job to go to, even when I have to go there the day before Thanksgiving.
A house to live in, no matter how messy.
The internet, so I don't have to go shopping for reals tomorrow.
In-laws who have always welcomed me with open arms, and who gave me the job of making desserts, rather than vegetables, for Thanksgiving dinner.
Two sisters and a brother who feel close even when we're far apart.
A husband who always makes me laugh, and who tolerates me when I'm not in a laughing mood.
Happy Thanksgiving to you!
This is my garden: Or rather, this is the patch of soil that was my garden last summer. It produced millions of tomatoes, dozens of green peppers, a handful of cucumbers, and two puny watermelons. I do not wish to repeat last summer's vegetable bounty, because most of said bounty went to waste. Nor, however, do I want this patch of soil to remain brown and bare throughout the summer, because it's unattractive. So, what do I plant here, in the shrubbery/flowery vein? Keep in mind that I do not have a green thumb. Also, I don't want to spend a lot of money. Also, this area is in full sun most of the day. And it's really hot. And sometimes we get rabbits. Any advice? To thank you in advance, I give you these goofy photos of my children and their homemade parfaits (which Mallory persisted in calling "specialinis").
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