It's a perfect turkey day here in Minnesota. The sun just came out, the grass is still green.
I can't wait to get down to Lakeville to consume the feast that my dad has been working on for days. Don Corbett is one hell of a chef. This year he called me asking where to find Juniper berries (are they even edible?) for a new recipe he's trying. The man is 67 and moves around his small galley kitchen with the skill of a pro.
We just watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade- wonderful. Although man-oh-man do we have an obesity problem in this country. One quarter of all of the high school dancers and band cheer squads were overweight.
Last Thanksgiving, my mom had just returned from seven weeks staying at The Hope Lodge at Mayo Clinic where she underwent chemo and radiation treatment for anaplastic thyroid cancer. She couldn't talk and she ate about a teaspoon full of mashed potatoes. We didn't know if she's be with us for much longer. This year my mom has her thick black hair back and will be eating like the old Lucy that we know and love. We have so much to be grateful for.
Pour a nice big glass of wine and toast those friends and family. I'll be back :)