It’s Thanksgiving day. I’m cooking up a storm with my sister. The wooded view from her kitchen in upstate New York is blurred by snow flurries. Pies are cooling on the counter. I tried my hand at making a squash and Gorgonzola gratin that smells divine. Next up I’ll whip up a fresh cranberry relish. I rarely get enough down time to cook like this. It’s part of why I love this holiday. Hope wherever you are, whomever you are with, you’re loving it too.