This year I celebrated Thanksgiving with my family in Calistoga. Since they were a little busy with the business of opening a business the very next day, Black Friday, we spent Thanksgiving day doing what we could to help prep for the grand opening of the restaurant (does anyone else spell that word incorrectly every time???). Jefferson helped by taking photos, my brother helped by doing random odd jobs like hanging pretty Christmas lights in the garden, My Opa helped by touching up some of the paint, My Oma helped with accounting, My Uncle Erich helped by using his graphic design skills to create the menu…and then there was me, the unskilled labor of the bunch. I “helped” by sitting in the garden working on homework…aka unhelpful aka I need to acquire some sort of skill that makes me useful because if this was a reality TV show I would be voted out of the group. Anyways, despite my uselessness, the sun was shining all day long, and I think it reached seventy degrees. I was in absolute sunshiney heaven as I spent my afternoon reading about good ol’ Ibn Battuta and working on an essay.
We ate a lovely (and delicious) Thanksgiving dinner at the Calistoga Inn. It was three delectable courses, I started with butternut squash soup (with little pomegranate garnishes), followed by salmon (& of course mashed potatoes/brussel sprouts/etc) and finished with pumpkin pie cheesecake (which was delicious but I was SO stuffed I was hardly able to enjoy it). For those of you that are scoffing at the absence of my turkey dinner, there was a turkey option for all of the non-vegetarians-who-only-eat-salmon in the group. Of course there was champagne or else I doubt I would have even mustered up the strength to stay up past 7:00 in the evening after my arduously strenuous day of working on homework in the garden. Somedays being me is more rough than others.
I was so thankful to spend the day surrounded by such a lovely group of people. Sure, my seventeen year old brother was on his phone all through dinner, and sure Jefferson and I had a teeny tiny argument right before dinner, and yes, my six year old baby brother would have rather died than sit still at the dinner table (aka lots of running around the restaurant) but despite all of the slight imperfections that make my family human, I couldn’t help but feel warm and fuzzy inside. I couldn’t help but feel, even if just for a moment, as if everything in my world was in perfect harmony, and everything was as wonderfully enchanting as it could possibly be, even if just for a few fleeting moments.
As for the restaurant opening, I know everyone whose anyone must be dying to hear about it but I think it really deserves it’s own complete blog post complete with any non-iphone photos Jefferson is willing to send my way. It’s coming soon so be on the look out!
I would love to hear about your Thanksgiving! Did you have any magical warm fuzzy moments? Which imperfections make your family perfect (or “Flawsome” as Tyra would say)?
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