Another Thanksgiving, come and gone…another 3,675 calories, in and – most hopefully – out. The HBH, Mr. Darcy and I celebrated with my extended family, and though we weren’t made to reenact the Pilgrims and Indians first meal, we have made a promise to subject the next generation to such dramatic torture. Among the other highlights:
1. Rosemary roasted cashews, which I think were my greatest contribution to the Thanksgiving pre-dinner snacks:
2. Bubba’s Bagels in Grass Valley, CA. I’m telling you, people: drive to Nevada County and order a sesame seed bagel, lightly toasted, with sun dried tomato cream cheese. It just might change your life. It changed mine the past two mornings. Mmm.
3. Conversations on the settin’ porch. I want one of those, with rockers.
4. Speed Scrabble with cousin Kaitlin. Take two!
5. Grading said cousin Kaitlin’s English papers this morning – I missed it, just a little tiny bit.
6. Seeing the HBH come to LIFE around my family. That’s exactly how it’s supposed to be, and I am so, so grateful, knowing that it’s not the case for everyone.
7. The Willo, another Nevada City place of epic-ness. Without a doubt, we end up going there every time I’m in town; though I slightly hung my head in shame when we showed up there in high school, I’m now giddy and proud to drive down Highway 20 and see this off to the left of the road:
The meals are “classy,” to say the least: your choice of steak, ribs (which the HBH had), chicken, catfish, halibut (which I had) and a couple other meaty items + beans, buns, salad and a scoop of ice-cream for dessert. And, for 50 cents less, you can grill your own meat! But I kid you not, this place is PACKED every time we’re in there – it’s Nevada City’s hidden food gem, and I shall continue to frequent it when I’m up in that neck of the woods.
8. Eating TG dinner at the “kid’s table” – which ended up housing all of us under the age of 43, or thereabouts.
9. A dog [mine] who is becoming more and more normal when it comes to men. We think the poor buddy was abused before I got him, but with the influence of the HBH and neighbor Mark in his life, he’s beginning to – dare I say – like men. Yay!
10. Christmas music! Mmm, tis the season for playing the tunes – and I am so in support of this.
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Have a great week, friends!0