Thursday, 18 October 2012
It's only the best holiday of the year. Which means I pine for home more than usual this time of year. There's nothing better than surrounding yourself with people you love to remind you that (sometimes) home is portable, and is wherever your heart happens to be at a moment in time.
We had to settle for chicken instead of turkey, but it was the best looking/tasting roast chicken I have ever had. And I'm thankful for that.
pee ess, ignore the hangers on the table in the first photo... I suppose we weren't quite finished setting (or clearing, in that case).