But, most daunting of all for me is living up to the Thanksgiving dinners of my childhood... served by my mom in pearls, perfectly coiffed hair and an apron starched to high heaven. Cozy. Home spun. Norman Rockwell. You betcha! As I cobbled together the menu for my first Thanksgiving, my senses were flooded with the culinary aromas of my youth~dishes crammed with great food and nostalgia. It was Thanksgiving de ja vu all over again, but this time I was the hostess...armed with a hodge-podge of recipes handed down from family and friends or ripped from magazines, served up while wearing sweats, hair in a pony tail, smudged eyeliner and pink fuzzy slippers. I was a bit surprised to find myself over whelmed by it all, scooting around the dishes, trying to keep it all warm .....many years later, I'm happy to say...not much has changed.
Yet it remains that one of my favorite Thanksgiving memories is going downtown after dinner to see the animated Christmas windows at Polsky's and O'neils department stores, we did this every year when I was small, then after my boys were born, I took them. It was a time of great innocence and simplicity. I remember the cold. Snow. Scarves, hats and mittens all at once. Windows filled with winter scenes. Elves in Santa's workshop. Children dancing around a Christmas tree. A Snow Queen. Peter Pan and Wendy on Captain Hook's ship. Two little boys with their noses pressed up against the same windows as mine many years earlier, with the same look of wonder, making the same memories. Magical.