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!
When they called Pennsylvania, I knew. When they called Ohio, I knew for sure. But I still got chills up and down my spine when they called it for good. And I have tears in my eyes every time I think of his speech. Last night, I attempted to explain to Mallory why this was such a big deal. (This was after a rather undignified few minutes during which she, Phoebe and I danced around the living room chanting Go-bama, Go-bama!) I tried to explain that not so many years ago, black people couldn't even vote, much less become president. She looked at me in great perplexity. She didn't get it. She didn't get racial prejudice. And now...well, it's not that I believe for a second that she and Phoebe will grow up in a world where prejudice doesn't exist. But they do live in a country where, for one election, it was transcended. This is their world now, and their history being made, and I...I'm just elated.
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