Gobble! Gobble!

Thanksgiving in New York... what's the old saying 'you don't know what you've got until it's gone'? Definitely missed my family and old friends this year. Plenty of time to think about Thanksgiving past: at Sara's house in Ohio my freshman year, at my grandmother's house in Brentwood, in the warmth of my mother's house. No matter where I've been, that one day of the year has always been filled with bustling commotion, heavenly smells, and lots of chatter... Something was different this year. The annual Parade down Broadway wasn't as fantastical, there were few phone calls and loads of text messages, and everything that the day was about felt more like a holiday on automatic. Or maybe I'm on automatic. Turkey - check. Pumpkin Pie - check. Progress in life - check? The food was still amazing and the company comforting...

Thanksgiving in Brooklyn









James carves the turkey...












The meal, part one:









The meal, part 15 - Rose's pumpkin pie:










After the meal... oh yes, Anne, pour another: