Ivar’s it was indeed, and thank you. Thank you Marian on the Mitzell’s. (I teased her that I had to come back for the pie.)

We went over the reservoir and through the redwoods and down that narrow corkscrew road in the mountains to dinner for five and dessert for nine. The orange juice cranberry sauce was a hit, the plain, untouched (and if I write that down here I’ll have some chance of remembering which to do next year.) The torte got birthday candles stuck in it and Mary Lynn’s small grandson made a wish for his mommy as he blew them out. Phones were put on speaker and quite a few not able to come were there with us in voice and spirit.

It was all about taking the time to be grateful and to remember that we love one another.  Thank heavens for Thanksgiving.