a thankful island table...

When you live in twelve hundred feet of tropical bliss, read as not a single inch of spare storage in sight, but who's counting , really?  And you share that square footage with three boys, well, you learn pretty quick to keep it simple, reuse the heck outta things and, also, to always... go for the shell plates.  Always for the shells, it's a pretty decent island living rule, right?  

My mother in law sent these plates years ago from, World Market (?), in North Carolina and love does not begin to describe the affair I've had with them ever since. They're silly and sweet and just the perfect little nod to the sea. See?

Truth.  If pecan pie were an ocean I'd dive in and swim right through, from crust to flaky crust, mouth wide open.  It's a bit much, I know, but it's pecan pie and is so deserving of much.  Don't ya think?

That Pumpkin Crunch.  It's an island thing, sort of. There's a recipe, and some pretty sad looking photos of a very over done attempt here.

We did Thanksgiving twice this year.  

We had lunch at home together as a little tiny family of four, plus the neighbor kid whose grandma was at work and who practically lives here anyway, so, yeah, of course there was a place set for him and of course he jumped right in to fill it, and of course we wouldn't have had it any other way.  

And then we had a second turkey, (and third actually), and all the fixin's at my parent's home in Kailua, where our larger family and friends gathered later in the day.  

We are truly blessed, these boys and I.  Truly.  Blessed. Our little life here in this teensy bit of paradise is incredibly stuffed with goodness.  And so, of course, we are also truly thankful. 

Here's hoping you and your heart found many a sweet thing to be thankful for this year.  

live sweet, 

n