I love how thanksgiving brings out the domestic artist in all of us, from the most modern of career women to the crankiest of old men...aprons that have hung useless on hooks in foyers, in kitchen cupboards, in closets, are donned with purpose and concentration. We tackle turkeys and gravies, the glorious fruits of the earth, the sweet potatoes, beans, frozen sweet corn, and squash...Nowadays in America this November celebration is a thanksgiving for all the gifts of our present, and for all the glories of our culinary and historical past. The pies, the homemade rolls, the roasting fowl, the cider toasts...the slow savoring of good company and good food, as the scents and full-bellied sighs rise to heaven on wings of gratitude.
Little Flower Farm Chevre Dip
*sprinklings of your favorite herbs dried or fresh
*dash of hot sauce
Mix together. Wow your Thanksgiving guests with it spread on crackers...Be grateful for goats.
"Food is the language ritual speaks when it wants to make itself understood"