It’s Thanksgiving here at Chez Inadvertent, and there’s much to be grateful for.
My parents arrived Tuesday night to celebrate the holidays here, and we’ve been making our way around to various eating and drinking establishments that are favorites of mine: Shan Dong for dumplings, The Trappist for Belgian-style brews, Café Madrid for tortilla Español and a bocadillo, Hog Island Oysters for, well, you know, and Zinnia for some of Jackie Patterson’s killer cocktails and a pre-opera meal. I’m grateful they’re here so I can let them peek into the life I’m making for myself here.
Yesterday brought our third day of rain since I arrived in California, and while I grumbled about it at the time because it complicated our sightseeing plan, I’m grateful for it—all those farmers whose produce I like to eat love said rain and need said rain.
I’m off to hit the kitchen, but I invite you to join me today in thanksgiving for the people we love, the people we miss, and the people who have facilitated the celebration those of us in the U.S. are undertaking today.
Thanks to the hands that raised the turkeys (And, you know what? Thanks to the turkeys, too!). Thanks to the hands that grew the potatoes and the vegetables and the greens for salads. Thanks to those who baked the bread that will end up in the stuffing, made the wine, and grew the pumpkins.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.