Between the two houses, because my parents bought a place next to my sister, there is a lot of space to sleep and to cook. So we’ve started having holidays there rather than up on the farm, what with its grand total of three bedrooms. Well, fourth of July… that’s different, because you can sleep outside, under the stars, as long as you’re not afraid of cougars.
Thanksgiving this year was a relatively intimate 13 people: 11 adults, a baby and a self-described “big girl” who really liked her grandfather’s hors d’oeuvres invention of pureed smoked salmon with cream cheese and roasted pepper.
At one point I looked over and saw Daniel holding his niece Elaina, who looks a lot like he did when he was a baby, as evidenced rather picturesquely by the adjacent painting of baby Daniel being held by his Dad.