November 22, 2017

White Dog and the entire White Dog Army had a busy afternoon. Tonight our house smells like many across America as we bake pumpkin pies and begin the preparation for Thanksgiving Day. Lingering smells of cranberries boiling meld with the scent of butter making it impossible not to breathe deeply and soulfully.

Our family does not do a large sit down feast, bowing to the more casual approach of focusing on appetizers that can be enjoyed across the entire day. White Dog and I, as is our tradition, put together a menu that still requires preparation (and LOTS of WDA supervision) but that has, as WD like to think, "the feeling of an opera tail gate party."

So across the day, we will listen to music, tell wondrous stories remembering things we have for which to be grateful, remind ourselves of those all over the world who are with us in spirit...and we will eat.

This year's menu includes cranberry covered marscapone with black pepper crackers; polenta nestled on creamy asparagus and roasted peppers; mushroom streudel; spanakopita bites; fried duck strips with sour cherry dipping sauce;  curried onions in a cheese mashed potato crust; sweet almond bars; and of course, pumpkin pie. White Dog versions of the goodies have been prepared as well...and Steve already had people at work teasing him about what his lunches next week will be.

As onions saute and and peppers are slivered, we think of those who are not in warm bright kitchens and who won't have the choice of fresh whipped cream. We wish that every being could on this night before know the simple joy and camaraderie of being together sharing the tasks and knowing without a doubt that there will always be enough...shelter...safety...friendship...love...hope...things for which to be grateful.