Not everyone can pull off the fashion statement that is onion goggles: Daughter Lillian creates her famous onion gravy on Thanksgiving Day.
THANKSGIVING came easy this year. Our daughter, Lillian, and my brother Tom came for the holiday. We had a vegan feast and celebrated Tom’s retirement, which happened just last week.
At 66, my oldest brother had waited a few more years than I to eschew the daily grind. But like me, he’s going for a major change of scene. This week he moves from Portland, Oregon, to a small ranch near the Mexican border of Arizona, joining a new partner he met online. A big change for Tom, and maybe a challenge, but it sure won’t be boring.
Typically, we had a cold and very windy Thanksgiving, but — thank you weather gods — the power stayed on. (We all remember a turkey partially roasted on a Coleman stove at our parents’ place on Whidbey Island way back when.)
No birds gave their lives for dinner at The Nuthatch this Thanksgiving.
Our feast included brilliant orange winter squash, from Horse Drawn Farm on Lopez Island, filled with a mix of wild rice and vegan sausage, along with a tray bake of beets, Brussels sprouts, parsnips, carrots and garlic cloves. Tom brought a tasty cranberry jelly accented with pomegranate to supplement our usual cranberry-from-a-can (which Barbara insists is “art deco” style because of the ridges in the cranberry sauce). Lilly made her masterpiece onion gravy — the girl has the gift — to go atop mashed potatoes and a vat of sage-rich dressing. Lilly also created her trademark pecan-pie-in-a-skillet for our Thanksgiving dessert.
She also baked a pretty pecan pie to go along with Barbara’s dark, rich, cardamom-laced pumpkin pie. I poured the wine (Washington chardonnay and Sonoma pinot noir), took pictures — and helped eat it all! (Burp.)
The day after Thanksgiving, Barbara packed us off with faux-turkey and dressing sandwiches, and Lil, Tom and I went for a delightful hike at Deception Pass State Park before I deposited them back at the bus station in Mount Vernon.The day after Thanksgiving, Tom gets a dose of maritime beauty at Deception Pass before heading for the Arizona desert.
On the drive back to the Anacortes dock, I passed flocks of snow geese and trumpeter swans, arriving in the Skagit Valley right on schedule. Honk if you love holiday time in the Pacific Northwest.
4 thoughts on “Being thankful at The Nuthatch”
Life is good ! Fair winds my friend.
Sounds like a fab Thanksgiving…we had a fun time with all the kids plus five grandkids! Definitely a wild rumpus. See you soon at the xmas party.
Loved the pix of the gravy goggles and vegan dishes! All sounds quite wonderful.
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Brian J. Cantwell posted: “Not everyone can pull off the fashion statement that is onion goggles: Daughter Lillian creates her famous onion gravy on Thanksgiving Day. THANKSGIVING came easy this year. Our daughter, Lillian, and my brother Tom came for the holiday. We had a vegan f”
Belated Happy Thanksgiving – sounds like it was a good one. The day – a holiday in our minds and another work day in the Greek world in which we live — was picture-perfect beautiful here and celebrated with a walk and dinner at a Greek taverna where we watched a ‘football’ (soccer) game. Bring on the holidays!