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The Best Sandwich Ever Listening to: Brass in Pocket: The Pretenders
Happy Thanksgiving Monday. Perfectly tropical weather here in PEC, and elsewhere, I gather.
I don't have much to say, being at the end of a busy week, except that there is no greater honour than feeding soup to the very farmer who grew the squash you made the soup from. Ed Taylor of Honeywagon Farms, which happens to be chemical free, turned up on this fine day for lunch. Considering that he suggested what to put in said soup/how to make it, well, to find him on the sun-drenched patio beside a silver lace vine in best October was a divine moment.
Today was proof that Thanksgiving is an important holiday. Give thanks every day, Canucks, but especially use any reminder as needed.
I am thankful for:
My family and friends.
The loft.
The sun making everything bright and the squirrels wild and nut-hunty.
Squash, of course, and the fine souls who showed it to us, all the way back.
The maple syrup that rocked the squash soup and the white pepper too.
Music. Canadian music. All music.
Everything that happens that's hard and teaches something deeper.
Laughter every week-end. You have no idea. Sunbeams take all forms.
FP for baking scones last night so we could please all comers today.
Well, damn, I'm sounding pretty Sally Field-ish but you have no idea how honoured I was by spaghetti dinner tonight and a hug when I closed the cafe.
Two days off: bring it, as the kids say:) I'm eating apples the whole time. God how I remember that awesome apple-sore mouth from too much delighting in the earth. Thanks for that:)
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