Rebel Girl and family will have three Thanksgivings: one on the day in West Covina (lots of Alvarezes); one on the next day (just her and her fellas); and then another on the weekend when Special Needs Mama and her family visit for an overnight in the yurt. They plan to eat, to hike, to make music perhaps.
So - she's been baking. This year's theme is bread. She likes the faithfulness of the yeast and how the house smells like real people live it in. She likes to think that her son will remember this smell and her, that she's making a memory, a good one.
Today's poem is one she's shared before, written by Peter Everwine:
Night
In the lamplight falling
on the white tablecloth
my plate,
my shining loaf of quietness.
I sit down.
Through the open door
all the absent who I love enter
and we eat.
~~~~~~~Happy Thanksgiving!