Friday, November 24, 2006
My wife blogged recently about a sadder, past post-divorce Thanksgiving. Happily, this one was nicer. Palette and her family joined my us. My son Adam was with his mother and her family. He'll be with us this evening.
We had, as Arlo Guthrie sang, a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat. This was the first Thanksgiving dinner I've had in my home in many years. I cooked up a 15 pound bird, and mashed and sweet potatoes, and Palette brought the stuffing and dessert, both wonderful. Big bonus: she, like me, has Celiac disease-- a genetic allergy to wheat. She used a grain called spelt to create delicious dressing. I hadn't had dressing with my turkey in years. Her meringue dessert was not only delicious, but had a beautiful presentation.
I'm excited to discover this spelt grain-- Palette says that you can make bread, pizza crust and other things I've been missing, with it.
We had coffee and a nice pinot noir that Palette, a trained sommelier, chose. We played a game of "Apples to Apples," and retired to the front room for karoake. I did "Me and Mrs. Jones" and "Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)", but I think the height of the evening was a full-blown version of "Hey Jude" with everybody joining in.
One magical little moment was when we were eating dinner, I had my itunes random shuffling on the Mac Mini in our dining room; of the over 5000 songs I have on that computer, "Alice's Restaurant," the ultimate Thanksgiving song, played.
If you look in the background, in the window, you can see that Adam has not accepted the results of the 2004 election.