In the hustle and bustle of what’s felt like an increasingly chaotic schedule, Weston and I found a little time to make a couple of pumpkin cream-cheese pies this afternoon. As Weston stirred the sugar, cinnamon, ginger and cloves together, then went to work on the eggs and cream cheese, it reminded me of what a good life we have. And even something as simple as cooking with a kid is something to be thankful for.
The aroma of pumpkin pies baking, like that of a chicken roasting, or, for me in particular, rice steaming, just feels like home. I’m thankful to be here. So here’s to gratitude! May you all have a happy and delicious Thanksgiving.