Jes and I prepared Thanksgiving Dinner at his parents’ house with just a few gadgets that I remembered to bring down from SF. These included the fat separator, gravy boat, timer, and meat thermometer. However, we did not pack our knives and wooden spatulas, which would have come in handy. Cooking in my MIL’s kitchen is quite an adventure. With the time constraints of preparing a Thanksgiving Feast, odds and ends for cooking utensils and pans, and a pantry filled with spices and herbs that could be 10 years old, it felt like an episode of Dinner: Impossible. But dinner was completed on-time, the turkey was moist, and we all went to sleep with our tummies full. Dinner: Accomplished.

In other news, Koa also spent the afternoon with Zooey. It’s funny that they seem to remember each other from those summer days together when we used to dog-sit for the parents for a week at a time. I guess the old man still doesn’t mind having the little whipper snapper running circles around him.