This year on thanksgiving, we stayed home. Instead of traveling to visit our folks (which is certainly nice in its own right), we opted to celebrate just the three of us. It was lovely, and the pie ratio was perfectly on point. Two pies for every three people seems like the right way to do it, no?
I've been working on some naturally dyed ribbons for holiday wreaths and gift wrapping, some made their way to the thanksgiving table wrapped around fresh rosemary.
More of that rosemary became little herb evergreens, happily standing in our favorite North Country Folkware buttons. Henry was so smitten with these guys, we ended up with 8 or 9 on the table.
A classic pumpkin (extra ginger) with maple candied pepitas on top, and a spicy apple pie for dessert. But the truth is thanksgiving at home means you can eat your pie for breakfast, and we did just that.
Henry made us a feast, too.
Then just like that, we're warming leftover soup for lunch and gathering greens for wreaths.