thanksgiving

We try to ensure that Schuyler's maternal cultural roots are a part of her life... This year, with the advent of Charlie, Thanksgiving dinner consisted of take out. Schuyler ate avidly for a good 45 seconds before demanding "something else". I like to think she realized the shame that her mother's ancestors would want to break apart The Empire and couldn't continue with the meal. To make her feel more at home, we made her crumpets and over boiled vegetables.