Thanksgiving day I double-booked turkey dinner and suffered very much heartburn for it. Adam and Kelsey were gracious hosts for my brother and I, having cooked a huge (cage free) turkey with all the trimmings (and a delicious piece of pecan pie with ice cream).
Andy and I ate as much as we could and enjoyed a couple of beers before we all sat on the couch and dozed in front of the television as a college football game couldn't capture our interest.
Andy and I enjoying beers with our turkeyAfter much time and digestion, my brother and I headed for Gabe's house, where his traditional Thanksgiving involves slaving over the kitchen all day for a late night meal. We started with the duck, then dove into the turkey, all the while munching on some amazing sweet potato dish with pecans on the top.
Thanksgiving weekend was a much needed vacation from all this travel. I was reminded how lucky I am to have friends and family in Seattle who are a part of redefining traditions like Thanksgiving. As I get older and loved ones disperse throughout the country, I've learned that home has become less of a place and more of an exchange of warmth and hospitality. Lucky to have so many friends.Last night I flew to Richmond, VA from Seattle with a layover in stormy Chicago O'Hare, where my flight was one of the few that was on time. Now I'm sitting outside the conference room at the hotel where Christmas music drones on in the house speakers. I'm thinking about the next three weeks and how much holiday music I'll have to suffer through. And the worst part is when there is silence and I find myself whistling Jingle Bells.
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