If you’ve read “Wrapped in Comfort,” you already love Nina and Rod, and we do, too. A month or so ago, they took a chance and invited us for Thanksgiving this year, knowing that we always spend it with my husband’s aunt up in the mountains of Los Gatos.

Turns out the aunt was flying to Arizona this time. Thank you, Nina, much appreciated, and a grand time was had by all yesterday (hi, Maryam!)

Michelle decided to make the two pies I’d volunteered to bring. Only, as we went along, why stop at two? She made two batches of rolls, two chocolate silk pies, two pumpkin pies and a pecan pie. Go Michelle!

Nina had specifically told me to bring my knitting, and at one point, thirteen of us sitting at the table after the meal, she and I pulled ours out as we chatted away. I said to her sister-in-law next to me, “You know you knit too much when you see someone’s project and instantly know what brand of yarn it is,” spotting the Noro in Nina’s hands. I finished two scarves, the Blue Moon one and this baby alpaca one that I’d dyed, adding a bit of burgundy to its natural brown; it had been a UFO threatening TOADhood for awhile, and I rescued it on our way out the door, somewhat on impulse, and now it’s done. After three months of having it be seven inches long, it’s kind of hard to believe it actually grew up at last.

Today we go off to a friend’s way up in San Ramon that we see once a year, and I can’t wait to offer the wife her choice of colors. That brown I think will be perfect for her, but I’ll let her decide. Over the bay, and through the woods…