Well, it seems like awhile ago, life goes so fast, the life stories pile up one on the other, you might say.

My brother, Jim, came to visit for Thanksgiving. I never knew he could cook. He really enjoys it. He's 12 years younger than I am and even though we are both all grown up now, to say the least, I still think of him as my little brother. Well there we were in the kitchen and I was teaching him to make an apple pie, crust and all. He even emailed himself the recipe. We used the big deep porcelain pie  dish to bake it in and it was huge. And it was delicious, not syrupy and the crust was all flaky and wonderful. If you want the recipe, leave a comment and I'll put it in my blog next time.

Anyway, we made a wonderful feast. He taught me to toast the croutons to make stuffing from scratch and it was wonderful stuffing too, with a little sausage and celery, cooked in chicken broth, but not stuffed into the bird.

We went for a long walk in San Francisco and saw all the holiday sights, the tree at Neiman Marcus which is always elegant and grand and also the kittens and puppies in the Macy's windows, not to mention the great big tree and ice skating rink in Union Square. Overall, it was a wonderful visit and lots of catching up over dinner and some great conversation. 

It was great to be around his easygoing attitude and his sense of humor.