On Saturday afternoon -- a gorgeous, unseasonably warm one in New York -- I was sitting with some moms on the sideline of Phoebe's last soccer game of the season. In a conversation interrupted every two minutes with a cheer for whichever formidable 8-year-old was rocketing down the field with the ball, we discussed the merits of our coach's European-style alignment (only one forward!), we discussed grand plans for our soon-to-be soccer-free weekends, and, of course, we discussed Thanksgiving sides. Technically I had been having the Thanksgiving-side conversation with one of the moms for three straight weeks. It seemed like every time we ran into each other --at the farmer's market, at the away game in Chappaqua (where we
Thanksgiving Roll-Out: Greens
Thanksgiving Roll-Out: Greens
Thanksgiving Roll-Out: Greens
On Saturday afternoon -- a gorgeous, unseasonably warm one in New York -- I was sitting with some moms on the sideline of Phoebe's last soccer game of the season. In a conversation interrupted every two minutes with a cheer for whichever formidable 8-year-old was rocketing down the field with the ball, we discussed the merits of our coach's European-style alignment (only one forward!), we discussed grand plans for our soon-to-be soccer-free weekends, and, of course, we discussed Thanksgiving sides. Technically I had been having the Thanksgiving-side conversation with one of the moms for three straight weeks. It seemed like every time we ran into each other --at the farmer's market, at the away game in Chappaqua (where we