In the last three years, we have celebrated approximately 1/2 Thanksgivings. Our first year in Australia, an attempt was made that involved a rotisserie chicken from Coles, and homemade mashed potatoes and cookies. It was… sufficient, but lacking.
Last year we were busy packing to move back to the states, and I was preparing to take the medical boards.
This year, turkey and stuffing et. al. are passing us by once again, though we find ourselves with more to be thankful for than ever before. In fairness, Liz did make a wonderful soup and we still have homemade bread from her mother’s recent visit (during which time she made almost one full loaf of bread for each day – all 14 of them!). And this coming Saturday, my own mother has something a little more traditional planned.
Why the mothers? It seems that the arrival of a new and first granddaughter has drawn our mothers south. Pea was born last Tuesday, November 19th, overlooking the mighty Mississippi River in New Orleans. She’s perfect. And we are grateful to tears.
Polymathematica 