Tomorrow is Turkey Day, my daughter Molly's favorite holiday of the year. Molly's great fear this fall was that we wouldn't be able to cook a Thanksgiving feast because we are having our kitchen remodeled. Actually the kitchen, dining room, laundry room and back porch.
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| Our new back entrance will go into a mud room not the kitchen. No one uses the front door. |
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| Our future breakfast room and mudroom shot from our future laundry. |
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| The wall between the kitchen and the dining room is almost down. |
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| No place to put things but we still have our cooktop somewhere. |
Our contractor, architect, woodworker, carpenter, artist and, most importantly, dear friend Tim was going to suggest to Molly that she cook the feast in the same manner as the pilgrims did lo those many years ago. But in light of her stress-ridden, but successful school year, we convinced him that it would not be a great idea to stress her further (did I mention that she is also 16, not a good age under perfect conditions). So tomorrow will be Thanksgiving as usual with stuffing, twice-baked potatoes, green bean casserole, pumpkin pie, apple crumb pie (my mom's incredible recipe) and,of course, the turkey I ordered and picked up at the St. Johnsbury Co-op (I love that almost every quasi-large town has a good coop, it is New England after all!) and homemade gravy.
We wanted Tim to redo our house because he knows us and how our family operates. So he designed the space to fit into my concept of cooking with different work spaces for different tasks so we don't get in each others way. Tim knew our propensity to clutter all horizontal surfaces and is giving us many cubbies and cabinets to put things away. He even added a roofed portico for the back door so our dog Honey has a covered place to sit outside. And, as you can see in this picture, he is building a castle by himself on the side of a mountain. He is one talented person!
Have a happy Thanksgiving all!
Gail
Molly is another story. She can still pick him up and he will accept food from her and actually comes up and gently pecks her hello. And Molly loves him back. And feels sorry for him because that's the way she is. She understands that Pretty Boy brings all the bad feelings on himself. She knows he is mean and rotten and dangerous. But she also knows that once we give him away, he will be someone's dinner. She wishes there were a farm for unruly roosters that allowed them to live their lives out because we named him and watched him grow up. He's just not another meat bird. He has a personality and she knows he's just misunderstood and he doesn't deserve to be eaten.
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