Many years ago, when the Big Kid and Baby Girl were still Small Ones, we were having a discussion about Thanksgiving. I had decided that they were certainly old enough to have some input into the menu and asked what they thought would be the perfect Thanksgiving Feast.
The ideas came rapidly and extensively. They had some really good ideas that have formed the basis of our traditional meal ever since. I finally handed a notepad to the Big Kid and asked him to write down all their ideas.
At the top, he wrote in large letters: Thanging Feast Mennu.
And we have had a Thanging Feast ever since.
Because of everyone's work schedules this year, Thursday would not work. So, Baby Girl is here this week-end for Thanging Feast One. Then next Friday, Dearly Beloved and I--depending on the weather in the mountains between here and there--will travel to the Big Kid's home for Thanging Feast Two.
Between bouts of intense cooking today, I have been stitching. I am pleased to announce that all the stripe outlines for Fair Maiden's pocket have been completed and I have started filling them in. You'll just have to take my word for it; the camera battery is recharging.
And after we eat, I have the feeling I will be ready for a nap instead of photography.