Gearing up for a hectic end of the year escalation before we leave, Joe and I decided to spend a day normally reserved for large gatherings of loved ones quietly, at home before joining some friends for dessert later in the evening. After a leisurely stroll to twin peaks, we sat at the top with a view of the city, sun warm on our backs contemplating what exactly it means for us to have November draw to a close, December and our last day of work close on it's heels. The reality of leaving looms over our day to day existence as we scramble to finish scheduling vaccinations and finalize plans throughout South America.
Times like these are precious, as we get ready for a year of instability, moments of reflection, with our beautiful city comforting us, are becoming more and more bittersweet.
We decided to make a simple pasta for dinner, just enjoying the rhythms of cooking together. Joe starting water to boil, as I sliced onion, fennel, olives and sun dried tomatoes. I had found a couple of recipes the day before that looked delicious, and what we were cooking was a blend of the two. It turns out this type of pasta is called a puttanesca, or spaghetti of the whore.
After a brief clean up, we headed to Cole Valley to visit our friend Krisitin, and join in the festivities. As a complete reversal of our day of solitude, we walked into a beautifully warm and boisterous home environment with many familiar faces. It was incredibly delightful to be able to join in on the fun after such a lovely quiet day. Our refusal of more food was ignored, and we had plates of delicious traditional Thanksgiving fare quickly in our hands.
There was an especially celebratory note to the air, since two dear friends had gotten engaged on Ocean Beach earlier that morning. As a glowing Monique recounted the play by play of how the proposal happened, I was reminded how special all of these moments with our loved ones are. Thanksgiving doesn't have to be a huge stressful ordeal, when at the end of the day, you are just trying to remember to be thankful for those in your life. I realized that our day was in fact perfect for us, anti-social by day and social by night.
After a rousing game of Cards against Humanity and some of the most delicious home made pumpkin and pecan pie, we bid our adieus, and headed home.