Well, “life” may be an overstatement. I can only remember having one Thanksgiving dinner in this apartment. It was in the late 80’s.

My focus that year was on the centerpiece. I felt the traditional cornucopia was in dire need of updating. Who wants a bunch of fruit and gourds on the table that are just going to rot and be thrown out?  Miniature airline cordials were much more practical. And popular. There wasn’t one left at the end of the evening.

There is that picture of Jeffrey and me cooking in this kitchen back in the 70’s. Which doesn’t necessarily mean the Thanksgiving dinner was here. It means there was a holiday and we had an excuse to dress up and take photos.

Jane and Walter who I spend many of the major holidays with. As well as all the major earthquakes.

My friend Barbara who would later marry into the French nobility and become the Countess of Tampa Bay France.

Sully doing the honors.

No matter where I serve my guests they seem to like my kitchen the size of a postage stamp least.

Liqueurs nestled in a Mae West “Way Out West” style postiche. So much to be thankful for.

Early pilgrims working with giblets.