From Baltimore to Buzzard's Bay, studio to kitchen.
I left yesterday to beat most of the airport craziness (it worked! making a note for next year). I spent all last night transforming the parents' kitchen into my baking studio, I'm always on pie detail. And we eat it for breakfast while watching the Macy's Day parade. So I cook house-elf style and everyone wakes up to pie and a shiny clean kitchen ready for turkey prep. This year, I made a pecan pie, three pumpkin pies, and a bunch of mini pies due to a pie pan shortage. Only in this house would we be short a pie pan because a plant is using it as a saucer.
This song is just as essential to my Thanksgiving tradition as the pie. We turn on Arlo mid-turkey coma. (It's worth the 23 minutes!)
To walk (or waddle) off our turkey, we went to the beach. It's just a few minutes up the road from the new house. Don't be fooled, it was wicked cold (about 30 degrees). My ears were FROZEN! Here's our turkey day sunset selfie:
Now, as I take on round two of turkey (and watch the Harry Potter marathon), I'll be whipping up some text blocks from the couch as I wait for Black Friday to hit online. Because, of course I couldn't leave my whole studio behind.