I'm a little depressed. I'm in LA for work this week, and instead of enjoying the weather (75! Sunny!), I'm sitting around feeling sorry for myself. My entire family will be out of town for Thanksgiving this year, which means no big holiday extravaganza. Have I mentioned it? I love Thanksgiving. A lot. Planning-starts-October-1st a lot. I love everything about it: the getting together and being thankful, the food, the table, the menu. And even though I get a little nutty during the actual cooking part (so many dishes that need to be ready at once!), I'm bummed things will be different this year. I know, I know. Embrace change! I'm working on it. I'm on the hunt for a volunteer opportunity. And who knows! I'm sure I'll miss my family, but this may turn out to be the most restful Thanksgiving ever. [Continue convincing self here...] Image from Country Home.
I'm in London this week for work, and as usual, I've had only an hour of free time. I'm trying to appreciate every little moment: the view from my hotel, a brief walk down Kensington High Street, seeing Ray LaMontagne in the lobby, and the amazing raspberry meringue (above) I had from Ottolenghi's. Home tomorrow.