Thanksgiving, Chanukah, Christmas, and the killer tomatoes.
We’re dining – still – on Thanksgiving leftovers as I’m decorating for Christmas. I placed a berry wreath on the baker’s rack and a favorite primitive doll ornament in an old decorative bowl on the kitchen counter. Piecemeal adornment! Thanksgiving blends into Christmas, doesn’t it? And, along with the merging of holidays, a myriad of memories flood into our minds and impact our hearts. During our Thanksgiving feast this year, there was no turkey to be found…in our oven or on our table. We opted for a roast chicken seasoned with a Himalayan salt cone on which it was cooked. Never tried it? It’s delicious! This was the second no-turkey Thanksgiving at the Wilsons. Our first no-turkey day of thanks occurred when Jarrod was five years old. We had prepared to make our annual trek to Winslow, AZ to celebrate with our missionary friends. Snow fell and we could not leave the Valley. Guess we weren’t very adventurous. So, into the pantry we looked. Well, we didn’t ha