"To Grandmother's House We Go!"
Not really to my grandmother's rather to my friend, Catherine's, beautiful house for Thanksgiving. Packed hot food in one basket and cold in another. We are packed and ready to go for Thanksgiving for six people.
The table runner I used to cover the food in the basket fit so well with Catherine's decor that we used it as the runner on her table. Good thinking!
The food is laid out. Catherine prepared the meats and some sides. I prepared some sides and some of the deserts.
|I figured kiwi will do my fruit salad justice as a garnish.|
Speaking about my grandmother (my father's mother), we used to visit her often. She seemed to be in the kitchen each time we arrived, part of the culture--always have food ready for guests. I always used to be amazed at how she seemed oblivious to the pain from hot pots and such. It appears that I seem to have "inherited" that habit from her. I lift hot things from the stove or oven with minimal care or attention to heat, which seems to amaze my daughter and which my friend, Catherine, mentioned today as I helped lift hot items.