This year’s Thanksgiving, sooo much better than last year’s Thanksgiving. Though I miss the mountains and the huge skies of Colorado, I certainly don’t miss trying to make do with a Thanksgiving dinner from a family restaurant rather than through a family. Family/friends.
Amy made us a turkey. The creature took all day, stewing in the oven, basting and boiling, broiling and tossing and turning in her Catonsville oven. I chopped apples and stirred stuffing, Alli made key lime pie that I was almost unworthy to consume, but Amy was the star of the day… sticking her hands into all of those unknown turkey crevices with no thought of Life, limb, or how she was going to get the giblets back out from under her nails.
Dinner was amazing.
Heather popped over later and we all lounged and digested and didn’t move very much while watching Shrek 2.
The next day was Heather’s solo show at Caribou Coffee… but I think I’ll force HER to tell you about that. Let me just mention that I’m working my way through the recordings of the night and there are incredible moments of real magic hidden in there. And not so hidden magic – Amy, despite her nervousness, came out strong with her low, sultry voice. Then her high, not so sultry but more fluting voice. Heather got to play with her highs as well.
But like I said, that’s Heather’s story.
