I have strayed far from my college Doc Martin and Birkenstock days... and while I wear the latter obsessively over the summer, I usually wear boots with heels when I go out in colder weather. (I am short. Every little bit helps.) When I planned to visit a friend in Idaho, the Sailor suggested I get a more practical pair for both the plane and the trip out West.
My friend's son thought they looked like pilgrim boots.
I concur a little, but I'll bet the pilgrims didn't have boots quite so comfortable.
I also thought the pilgrim boots comment was somewhat appropriate, since last night, we celebrated Thanksgiving again.
There were cranberries, and mashed potatoes and stuffing and a turkey and of course... pumpkin pie. I have made lots of pies in my life, but for some reason, I have never once made a pumpkin pie.
So, for Second Thanksgiving, I made the pumpkin pie. This is the work of art, fresh out of the oven. We also experimented and cooked the filling without the crust as a sort of custard. It too, was fabulous
Maybe it's funny that we celebrated Thanksgiving a second time, two weeks after the first one. But really, why shouldn't we celebrate Thanksgiving more than once? Every day, we can find things to be thankful for.
I am thankful for many things, but today, I'm especially grateful for my boots. It's been raining all week, and now today the snow finally started falling.
My boots, paired with last year's woolly knit socks similar to these, create the perfect winter footwear.