Let's be friends

Friendship bracelets, racks and racks of them, at a street fair on Broadway in Astoria.

Gobble gobble

So, yesterday was Thanksgiving. November has been unbelievably busy, and the holiday sort of sneaked up on me. On, oh, Sunday, I realized, "Holy crap! I might only be cooking for two! How do I justify multiple pies when there's only two mouths to feed?" I got out my address book and started frantically e-mailing, and remarkably enough, a few people -- from Milwaukie, no less -- ventured out to Astoria, and we ate and drank and made merry, and it was a lovely, lovely time.

(We ate A LOT. Sumeet made lamb and turkey, Linn brought a frittata, Mandi made kale salad and baguette slathered with lemon-thyme ricotta and honey, and I made green beans with caramelized onions, roasted sweet potatoes covered in a salad of cranberries/pecans/celery/shallots, mashed potatoes with vegetarian gravy; for dessert, there was Watergate salad, pumpkin pie, and peanut butter balls dipped in dark chocolate. Mmmm.)