Thanksgiving. My favorite holiday. The kids are coming in, and the parents, and aunts and uncles. It's a weeklong celebration, and we eat mostly local food.
Just a few minutes ago, some of the kids drove into the farm with a refrigerated truck borrowed from a local co-op. On their way to pick up a load of frozen turkeys from the closest source--about 100 miles away. They stopped long enough to give me their bread order, since I'm going the other direction to the bakery.
From our place, we have lettuce still in the field. And, I've been picking through the winter pears and the apples in the basement. Sweet potatoes from a neighbor. And, tomorrow, I'll pick up white potatoes from another friend, trading her a bag of our flour for it. It's the first year we have our own flour. It's the soft kind, for pie crusts and cookies.
From the store, we'll get the fixings for a cranberry salad, and a few beverages. That's about it.