I drove to Cleveland for Thanksgiving to be with the family. I was up there a month earlier for Pam’s birthday, but this time around Joe’s family was going to be in town from England, as well as my cousin Neil and his wife Verity, from Washington state. I haven’t seen them in about a year, so I was all about going home. Mama Fish whipped up another amazing spread of food, including cinnamon rolls for breakfast, artichoke and cheese dip with crackers for a snack, and her masterpiece… turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, beans, corn, rolls, yams, and pie… three kinds of pie. Amazing. Pam’s cooking never disappoints.
I was pretty tuckered out from the workweek, but it was great to see the family. Joe’s folks are always a riot, and now that we’re all grown up, the cousins get along amazingly well. That’s mostly thanks to a mutually shared appreciation for sarcasm and perverse humor. Although it was brief, it was a nice visit home.