This will be our second year going rogue. We’re having rouladen, mashed potatoes, our traditional “Christine’s Grandma’s Italian Inspired dressing and something green. Done with turkey…..
Saw Rachels in a church attic in Brighton England! Letters to Egon is incredible and moving and all the things - just like your experience on the train. This was a heartwarming read Colu!
I’m thinking of going rogue for Christmas (having always done turkey and trimmings, as is THE tradition here in the UK) so I loved reading your alternatives! Food for thought…
Love your description of 'going rogue' and that's exactly what we're doing this year. Thank you for the great reminder -- it is so freeing! Planning to spend the day assembling a true Lasagne Bolognese (Verde!) with hand cranked spinach pasta sheets and a ragu that will take much of a day to simmer to perfection. V much looking forward to a quiet day of focused, food bliss. Plus, fun fun fun wine pairings. Cheers to unconventional Thanksgivings!
P.S. I was just talking to my kids last night about going off script (for us) and doing a Mexican Christmas dinner one year, making tamales and mole, or spending Thanksgiving or Christmas in Spain or Portugal. It was a hard no for them. They are young and still forming their ideas about what holidays must be. But I think at a certain age (ours!) it is liberating indeed to reimagine all parts of our lives, starting with holidays.
This letter was such a refreshing change of pace this week; thank you. I think the thing I miss most about living in NYC was the up-close and personal witnessing of others' humanity, their humility and audacity, and sometimes grace, on subways and trains (and buses!). I took and loved NYC buses, especially routes where elders often traveled with their carts or their grandchildren. This sweet story brought it all rushing back.
I’ve never been able to resist a rogue… and I do love coq au vin.
🙌🏼🙌🏼
This will be our second year going rogue. We’re having rouladen, mashed potatoes, our traditional “Christine’s Grandma’s Italian Inspired dressing and something green. Done with turkey…..
Delightful!! Love it!
Saw Rachels in a church attic in Brighton England! Letters to Egon is incredible and moving and all the things - just like your experience on the train. This was a heartwarming read Colu!
Wow, that sounds absolute incredible! I'm so glad it touched you! Xo
"Our own stuff..." Here, here 🥹...and also, GRACE ❤️
So very beautiful. ❤️
Holding on to that moment <3
So glad we experienced it together. ❤️
A beautiful whirlwind of events indeed! And as a chili crunch hoarder, I'm gonna run not walk to order this one. Yum.
What a trip! That crisp is so good!!
I’m thinking of going rogue for Christmas (having always done turkey and trimmings, as is THE tradition here in the UK) so I loved reading your alternatives! Food for thought…
Oh yay! Please do keep me posted! I'd love to hear where you land! Xx
Hi, I tried the link for your trip but it’s not active
Oh no! Please try this! https://www.aweventurer.com/colu-henry
Love your description of 'going rogue' and that's exactly what we're doing this year. Thank you for the great reminder -- it is so freeing! Planning to spend the day assembling a true Lasagne Bolognese (Verde!) with hand cranked spinach pasta sheets and a ragu that will take much of a day to simmer to perfection. V much looking forward to a quiet day of focused, food bliss. Plus, fun fun fun wine pairings. Cheers to unconventional Thanksgivings!
Beautiful, Colu ❤️
P.S. I was just talking to my kids last night about going off script (for us) and doing a Mexican Christmas dinner one year, making tamales and mole, or spending Thanksgiving or Christmas in Spain or Portugal. It was a hard no for them. They are young and still forming their ideas about what holidays must be. But I think at a certain age (ours!) it is liberating indeed to reimagine all parts of our lives, starting with holidays.
This letter was such a refreshing change of pace this week; thank you. I think the thing I miss most about living in NYC was the up-close and personal witnessing of others' humanity, their humility and audacity, and sometimes grace, on subways and trains (and buses!). I took and loved NYC buses, especially routes where elders often traveled with their carts or their grandchildren. This sweet story brought it all rushing back.