Torea Frey

Editor, writer, photographer, observer on the street.

Gobble gobble

So, yesterday was Thanksgiving. November has been unbelievably busy, and the holiday sort of sneaked up on me. On, oh, Sunday, I realized, "Holy crap! I might only be cooking for two! How do I justify multiple pies when there's only two mouths to feed?" I got out my address book and started frantically e-mailing, and remarkably enough, a few people -- from Milwaukie, no less -- ventured out to Astoria, and we ate and drank and made merry, and it was a lovely, lovely time.

(We ate A LOT. Sumeet made lamb and turkey, Linn brought a frittata, Mandi made kale salad and baguette slathered with lemon-thyme ricotta and honey, and I made green beans with caramelized onions, roasted sweet potatoes covered in a salad of cranberries/pecans/celery/shallots, mashed potatoes with vegetarian gravy; for dessert, there was Watergate salad, pumpkin pie, and peanut butter balls dipped in dark chocolate. Mmmm.)