The polar bear is buried somewhere in a box of carefully (and identically) wrapped fragile items, but this is the little donkey I told you about last week. He hangs out in the china cabinet (where else?) with some beautiful, cobalt Hungarian lead crystal glasses that used to belong to my grandmother and some amazing hand-painted table service treasures that Mark’s parents have brought us from Italy and Vietnam. I hope to one day be as well traveled as my kitchenware!
I spent the weekend cooking everything that can be frozen ahead of Thanksgiving. I’d tell you what that is, but my guests read my blog and I’d like to have some surprises! Now dinner is in the oven and I’m too tired to make my lunches for the week, but I’m looking forward to Thanksgiving — even if it doesn’t have its own candy like a proper holiday should.