Archive for November, 2010

How Thanksgiving Became a National Holiday

Excerpt from Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln
by Doris Kearns Goodwin

They say, Mr. President, that we are stealing away the rights of the States. So I have come to-day to advise you, that there is another State right I think we ought to steal.” Raising his head from his pile of papers, Lincoln asked, “Well, Governor, what do you want to steal now?” Seward replied, “The right to name Thanksgiving Day!” He explained that at present, Thanksgiving was celebrated on different days at the discretion of each state’s governor. Why not make it a national holiday? Lincoln immediately responded that he supposed a president “had as good a right to thank God as a Governor.” Seward then presented Lincoln with a proclamation that invited citizens “in every part of the United States,” at sea, or abroad, “to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November” to give thanks to “our beneficent Father.” The proclamation also commended to God’s care “all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers,” and called on Him “to heal the wounds of the nation” and restore it to “peace, harmony, tranquility and Union.”

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Sweet Rice Porridge at Portage Bay

Organic, fair-trade jasmine rice, organic coconut milk,
organic raisins and a touch of brown sugar and cinnamon.
Topped with toasted coconut.

This is my new favorite menu item at Portage Bay. It makes me feel all sorts of warm and fuzzy. Delicious and incredibly filling. This bowl? Three servings, easy.

My November Guest


“My November Guest”
by Robert Frost

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

Valencia Latte at B&O Espresso

latte with orange essence, nutmeg, ghiradelli cocoa, sans whipped cream

K, so I took a sip first.

Moms and Daughters


Me and Nikki with our moms at the wedding reception in Roselle, IL

Seattle Symphony Night

Debussy’s La Mer. Love.

Seattle Symphony Night | by jamiey