Dec 29, 2011
I've never been an anxious party thrower, and so have held many gatherings both formal and impromptu over the years. With the exception of a handful of friends, however, nobody had been to my current apartment before this Christmas. Matt and I are stuff people, we own lots and lots and lots of little things... like rocks, and books, and dishes, and sea shells, and shoes, and little bits of paper that we think are special... Our apartment came with very minimal storage and no area compartmentalization, so for a year I felt burdened by the sight of all that stuff all at once and couldn't handle guests. In the last few weeks we made a great show of effort in getting our space functional for the holiday, which was totally worth it but exhausting. Today I have not gotten out of bed, and have read, in anticipation of all the future parties I will now have, and reflective of my holiday gifts to myself and from others: Canal House Cooking, Kinfolk, six back issues of the Diner Journal, and Harumi's "Your Japanese Kitchen." A good holiday to me is spending the day cooking and eating with friends and family, and hopefully drinking something delicious (and possibly expensive), and I am lucky that the season so far has allowed this. I will ring in the New Year, thusly, at work. These photos are from Thanksgiving at Sam and Alison's in Chicago, where Virginia brought the tenderest Japanese turnips, French breakfast radishes, an abundance of greens and alliums from her farm in Cleveland and we ate the freshest turkey I've even tasted.