Growing up in Minnesota, I came to have certain expectations for Thanksgiving and Christmas: freezing outside, warm and cozy inside, with lots of people and food and a roaring fire in the wood burning stove. Since moving to LA, I've had to temper these expectations a bit and create a new idea of what the holidays mean. This year, Thanksgiving meant a beach house just north of Malibu.
While it wasn't freezing outside, it was a bit brisk, and it rained off and on throughout the week, which was just enough like November in Minnesota to satiate my midwest heart. We ate Thanksgiving dinner outside, went for a walk on the beach, soaked in the hot tub, and watched movies by the fireplace. It was the perfect mix of home and vacation. I had a fabulous time.
Happy Holidays, friends.