Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving.
The large, browned to perfection, glistening turkey is a monument that marks this hallowed occasion.
It’s the centerpiece at the table. We circle it like wagons and glaze upon its roasted image with wonder, delight and torrid, tasty desire. The cook who prepared it must be a saint. Surely no sinner could create something so phenomenally divine. Continue reading
It’s pumpkin season – applause please.
There’s nothing like sauntering through a pumpkin patch in Los Angeles looking for the perfect pumpkin under sunny skies and 80 degree temperature.
It’s a tough job. But as a native Angeleno, I somehow manage to muscle through it.
Getting my Halloween pumpkin is actually an annual rite of passage into the holiday season. It gets me into that holiday state of mind. This year my pumpkin ranks up there with Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree. It’s small but meaningful to me. I don’t have small children at home anymore so I don’t need the “great pumpkin.” But I always need a little somethin’ somethin’ to inspire me. Continue reading