My dad is currently chopping mushrooms in my kitchen in preparation for Thanksgiving. He arrived yesterday, and it is I think the first time I’ve seen him in person since September 2019. In the interim he’s moved to New Hampshire and I’ve moved to Oregon and also there was a plague; however, I talk to him a few times a week, so it feels almost like no particular time has passed. It’s weird and good.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your dad! Menu is amazing. 🥰