The cook’s screams preceded her as she ran from her kitchen toward the front of the old manor house. For the newly arrived guests assembled in the grand foyer, her screams put a definite damper to the start of the Thanksgiving holiday at Farquhar Farms. The mood was further diminished when the elderly cook staggered into the foyer from the back hallway and collapsed in a floury heap on the polished oak floor.
“As soon as you finish the marryin’ part, we’re gonna have cake.”
“Only cake?” Judge Ingram stared at Tommy and Melinda, the younger siblings of the couple whose Thanksgiving themed wedding he’d soon be officiating. He figured they were about eight or nine years old. “How about pumpkin pie, too?”
It’s Thanksgiving time at the brownstone bookstore. Robert has the café running smoothly with his Goth friend Pink, trained as his backup. Darla wants to make sure the bookstore makes as much money as possible during the season to carry them over possible dead months of January and February.
“I’m not sure it’s safe.” Rose Foley held the baskets in both hands. “Wait until Dad can go with you, Matt. You boys shouldn’t make deliveries on your own.”
Yesterday was the best Thanksgiving Day ever. But it didn't start out that way.
In the morning I figured I'd have nothing to be thankful for. Not when my mom announced at breakfast that she was appointing me "MAN in charge" of the kids' room for Thanksgiving dinner. Uh-oh. I didn't like the sound of that, not at all. "If I'm a man, why are you sticking me in the kids' room?" I asked. "I'm twelve years old, almost a teenager. Why should I be stuck with a bunch of little kids?"
If I hadn’t undercooked the Thanksgiving turkey, Jake might not be dead. It was my first one ever. Now maybe I’ll never cook another, given the way it’s all turned out.
Cranberries are native to the mid-Atlantic region of the North American continent. These small tart berries thrive in the acidic peat soil of that region. For eons the indigenous people living in that area have used these berries for everything from cooking, to dyes for textiles, to medicines.
Six years ago Rosalyn “Rose” Strickland stomped away from her privileged lifestyle and her family’s home on the wealthy side of Huntingford, Missouri. Her rebellious decision has her juggling waitressing at Ma’s Diner, attending college classes part-time, and training with private investigator Andre “Hardass” Thomas.
It is possible to have a Thanksgiving holiday that is a happy, celebratory, feast of laughter, good food, and festivity without damaging your heart, elevating your glucose, or adding inches to your waist. It just takes some thought and planning.
Local author Raquel Aleman shares a bit about her story, and that of two other local authors-Linda Lee Kane, and Steven Hammond. In this Thanksgiving season, each is very thankful that they have been able to fulfill their dreams. At the end of this post are details on how you can win a copy of one of each of the authors books, and in 2016 KRL will be interviewing each of these authors to share more of their stories
