Cori has gaming in her blood

Thursday morning every water goblet and wine glass at tall tales headquarters was washed in anticipation of the global wine tasting that we decided should be a part of Thanksgiving dinner this year.  At the end of the night, every glass was washed again and now it seems like it would be a shame not to use them all again very soon, before they build up a layer of dust between uses.

Same with all the eating utensils.



I like setting a table, using the tableware and linens that has been gifted or entrusted to my care by all the members of the family who came before me and cared about such things.

Getting out the cranberry dish and the gravy bowl that to the uninitiated eye would look like something picked up at a garage sale. 



Or the glass pitcher that Aunt Critch gave me sometime in the late 90's that she said had belonged to her mother. The one that I wrapped carefully and carried on the plane from her house on South Daisy avenue in Pasadena. 



We had a lovely time celebrating together, a smaller group than normal, but it felt BIG. James made the cranberries this year and will now be required to bring this recipe annually.  Dan remains the supreme ruler of the rolls. Tom and Jan can not be replaced in the salad arena. My new recipe for Brussels sprouts was just so-so and will not make a return appearance. Chris made his best stuffing yet and Ann, as usual, pulled out all the stops in the dessert arena - pumpkin pie, apple pie and fruitcake that was full of nuts and fruits but not the usual candied fruits. So, so, so, good. 

Trivia games were played, Farkle was introduced to new players, who by the way, beat the pants off the old players by scoring 1500 points right out of the gate on the first roll.  Cori has gaming in her blood. Stories were told, memories re-played, and before you know it the day was at an end. There were not visions of sugar plums dancing in my head as I drifted to sleep, but the pumpkin spice whipped cream definitely made a showing.

Comments

[Susan Sewell]

I didn't like my Brussel sprouts either. Decided this year that all the green vegetables should come unadorned: no cream of ? soup and onions, no gruyere, no curry. Just salt and pepper and maybe a little butter. They should be palatte cleansers, if you will.