From the early morning pie baking to the slow turning of the collards in the afternoon, the day was easy. My home, my little Brooklyn abode, hosted 6 adults and a gaggle of laughing, silly, and mischievous kids. My sister, my twin (not actually, we are 14 months apart) manned most of the kitchen as I played sous chef.
During the day our house filled with delicious aromas as a little smoke filled the air, and as we shared memories of Thanksgiving past and future. Christmas music serenaded us during prep time, nap time, and pre-party cleaning time, and a game of football entertained us during the latter part of dinner.
I sat across from my husband, who not-so carefully and mostly nervously cut his first turkey, and beside my sister, who so wonderfully cooked. We spent many parts of our meal laughing at the “baby table” that consisted of River and my nephew who is just a few weeks older than her. They attempted to use spoons and stuffed their faces of mostly plain rice and mac & cheese; occasionally yelling out “more pease!”
Thanksgiving was wonderful, and I am learning as I enter my mid 20’s family- a large, loud, and happy family is what I want to be around for most of my days.
I’m excited for many more.
I am wearing:
A vintage sweater dress
Top Shop earrings ( a few seasons ago)
and a thrifted head scarf
So lovely! I live in England and this makes me wish we celebrated Thanksgiving here! X
Time with family like this is really nothing short of priceless.
Lisa | c/oMKE
It's a lot of work, but I do love the meaning behind it. One day come to the states and celebrate!