standing in my pseudo kitchen
holding my grandmother's mixer (working still)
reading my 'adopted' little sister's handwritten recipe
feeling simultaneously so alone and yet so wrapped in strands of
continuity and community
pondering cycles/seasons/tides
as the slushy ick morphed into
a vivid day of gratitude
and sharing of food with students
I'm sure your students got a kick out of the decor and the cranberry fluff... If I've ever had that, it's been years, but it sounds... festive!
ReplyDeleteIt was fun~I find people are so suspicious of turkey if they've never had it.
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