We've had a lot of rain this evening. The temperature is quite warm, 36.7, but it's falling now and we will no doubt have some fresh snow by morning. The forecast is saying only an inch or two, so that shouldn't be much of a problem.

We aren't traveling far tomorrow - only to Waterford, VT, to Bill and Monika's. We're looking forward to being with them. It will be nice to chat with Jo-Ann, home from the University of Texas in Austin, and to meet the two students from White Mountain School that Bill and Monika are hosting during their Thanksgiving break from school. One of the boys is from Kenya, but I don't know where the other is from. Far enough away so they cannot go home for the holiday.

I made "Snickerdoodle" cookies today for the first time in probably 30 years. I used to make them all the time for the kids when they were growing up, and thought it would be fun to have some to take with us tomorrow. I'd forgotten how messy the process is to make the little dough balls and dip them in the cinnamon and sugar; I also forgot how they spread out and puff up. I should have just spread the dough on the cookie sheet, sprinkled the topping on and then cut them into squares. As it is, I have a bunch of very irregular shaped cookies that taste great but look really strange. I don't suppose anyone will care except me. I'll remember next time I do that recipe!

If you cook or bake, I'm pretty sure you've had this experience: You are expecting company and are making something reasonably simple that you've done dozens of times and it's always come out perfect. However, because you are doing it for company (or want to take it as a gift for someone like me and my snickerdoodles), something goes wrong and your normally perfect creation is a big flop. I had that happen one time before Fred and I were married. We were invited to his parents for dinner and I offered to bring pumpkin pie. I'd made dozens of pumpkin pies and knew it was foolproof - I had the filling down with perfect spices and my crusts were always flaky and light. At dinner, everyone had a piece of pie and I wasn't going to have any - but decided to just have a tiny piece. To my horror, I had forgotten to put in sugar.  Nobody had said a word, which is probably what prompted me to taste it.  I was mortified. It's been a fun family story (for everyone except me!) ever since. Now, whenever I make a pumpkin pie, you can just bet I do a taste test before it goes into the oven.

Have a safe and wonderful Thanksgiving! May all the pumpkin pies be sweet.