HAPPY THANKSGIVING BACK

ah, rose. that is a great name.

so, we had a really beautiful thanksgiving weekend. the whole thing was just spectacular from start to finish. i kept getting all those cheesy grin vibes from it, you know what i mean? when things are just so good and you're all tingly? i liked this weekend. and i'm already sad at the dwindling leftovers situation. i take my leftovers really seriously. leftovers are the reason for the season. quote me on it.

we started the morning at landmarc in time warner center for brunch with friends and watching the parade out the window. it was so fun to see so many of our friends there--easily five tables of us--all coming and going at different times. one of my girlfriends had been there since 7:15 AM, so. i mean, that's dedication. 

that evening we had dinner at one of brandon's firm's partner's homes (?? no matter how i write that, it looks weird). talk about old school! we took the train out to long island and let me tell you, this family. it was the kind of family from a christmas movie, all crazy and wonderful and perfect, they were just perfect. dinner was amazing. by the end of the night we'd basically been adopted in and look, i'm thrilled. these people! huck has an east coast grandma now, and a hand-me-down stuffed banana. it's good stuff.  

the first thing i did upon crossing the threshold of our home that night was dispatch myself to the kitchen to make us an entire thanksgiving dinner. sides and all, and i was up until 3 AM, yes, that's what i did. because i take my leftovers really seriously. because i make seriously amazing leftovers turkey sandwiches. and also because there's something really wonderful about being in the kitchen and working on all the dishes my mom always made, and my grandma always made, and my great grandma always made... it always feels like spending a few hours with them, even when i'm in there all by my lonesome. 

really that sandwich is worth it.

ohhh, thanksgiving. seriously it's one of the best holidays of the year, don't we all think so? top two, easy. and anyway, there's a poetry series on a few of the trains we take around town a lot, and one in particular i love to read and savor whenever i see it. it's called Ragtime, it's by Kevin Young, and it goes like this:

like hot food

i love you

like warm

bread & cold

cuts, butter

sammiches

or, days later, after

thanksgiving

when i want 

whatever's left

i hope your thanksgivings were wonderful. i hope your stuffing was the perfect consistency, i hope your yams were covered with mini marshmallows, and i hope all your pumpkin pies came out just the way you hoped. with lots of whipped cream on top.

let's do this, christmas!