A Foot of Snow and a Ton of Turkey

We woke up Thanksgiving morning to a winter wonderland. The snow continued to fall for most of the day, leaving us with 12" of perfect powder for sledding and skiing. The kids had a blast playing outside while I prepared the big meal.

My family isn't known for their love of exotic foods—at each holiday meal, my husband says grace and then regales us with his horror story about once having to eat a fancy cold oyster stuffing at someone's dinner party—so we stick with traditional fare for our Thanksgiving feast.

Just call me Martha.

Dinner last night: turkey noodle soup

Are We Ready for Tomorrow?

Just in time for Thanksgiving, the skies decided to open up and throw down some rain to freeze across the ground in sheets of glare ice. I thought I lived in the wilds of Alaska, where all the women wear Crocs, all the men are hairy, and all the children run around without coats, but I guess I'm residing in a delicate suburb where the schools CLOSE DOWN FOR TWO DAYS because of icy roads. TWO DAYS. So I'm trying to prepare the house for guests, bake a pumpkin pie or two, and stay sane with four children unexpectedly home from school, screaming for hot chocolate and demanding the password to the computer so they can watch Disney shows online.

If you ask me, the teachers aren't banning children from skating in and out of traffic to school; they just want a 6-day weekend this holiday. Well played, teachers. Well played.

Whether you're in the icy rain or in the sunshine this November, I hope your day tomorrow is peaceful and blessed. Happy Thanksgiving, friends.



Dinner last night: herb-crusted chuck roast and veggies

Exactly one year ago:

Moose on Deck

Exactly two years ago:

Stocking a Pantry for 6–12 Months, Part 2

The Battle Begins

During summer, I fight vainly to keep my girls' feet in socks and shoes. When winter arrives, I continue my useless nagging to wear socks and . . . warm boots, please. Also, a hat would be nice. Where are your mittens?

Coats are for sissies, Mom.

 Alaskan kids eat their snacks outside. In short sleeves.

Dinner last night: turkey sandwiches, soup