With our special-order Sun Prairie Grass-Fed Beef, we prepared two delicious pot roasts, using two different recipes, and homemade pumpkin pie with the last of our garden pumpkin for our Christmas Eve meal. Everyone ate it up, even picky little Riona! We then opened our presents and watched as the girls squealed over every little item. The best was when Mythili and Isabella opened their iPod with an amazed expression and Isabella said, “I’ve wanted an iPod my whole life!” which is probably, sadly, true.

The next morning, Santa brought Isabella a Barbie scooter, Mythili yet another Barbie set with formal wear for Ken and Barbie, and Riona a new train set to add on to the one we already have that she cherishes so much. The girls just LOVED their Santa presents–he somehow knew exactly what to get them! Truly magical!

We went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for dinner, the best Christmas dinner ever–prime rib that Dad gets for free every year from his job. As usual, it was mouthwatering, and just writing about it now makes me already look forward to next year.

By the weekend, everyone was gone, and I felt like I was running a bed and breakfast, washing a million sheets–again–and cleaning up holiday remnants. After a couple of days of recovery, we celebrated Dad’s birthday with snowshoeing and cross country skiing in the mountains, then came back into town to celebrate New Year’s Eve with the Mentzers. We partied hard to bring in the new year, and the kids, as usual, had a total blast.

And here we are, MLK day, year two of us participating in the Denver Marade. I’ll say it again–I loved it last year and I loved it again. It makes this day so much more meaningful. But if you’d like to read more about what the Marade is like, check out my new writing blog: Step Write Up.

So, that is what I’ve been busy doing, in addition to working full time, running the Girl Scout troop, selling cookies, and spending quality time with three little girls every day… life is good.

One thing I really wanted to do this year was make Thanksgiving more authentic. When we sit down at the table tomorrow, won’t it be wonderful to know that most of the food we eat came from places only miles from here? So we’re changing it up: for the first time in my life, we won’t be eating candied yams (one of my favorites), we’re giving up the green bean casserole, and we’re not going to eat pumpkin pie from a can. I’ve been saving a couple of pie pumpkins I bought just for this occasion, and this morning I had to search the web for a recipe, because even my mom’s 50-year-old cookbook tells you to open up a can of pumpkin.

For anyone out there who thinks making a pumpkin pie from a PUMPKIN is difficult, it’s not! There were 3 extra, simple steps: cut the pumpkin in half, scoop out all the seeds (and now we have enough seeds from one pumpkin for our entire garden next year!), and place the halves in a giant pan to steam for 15 minutes. Then, scoop out the mushy pulp and puree it for about 30 seconds and you have enough pumpkin for a pie.

If I had known it would be that simple, I would have been doing this for years. Pumpkins are so easy to grow! The pumpkin that I pureed had the same consistency as the canned pumpkin, and the pie cooked as easily. I can’t wait until tomorrow. Alongside my homemade apple pie (with Colorado apples, of course), our butternut squash and apple soup, and the candied acorn squashes, I think the turkey will take second chair.

We are surrounded, all of us, by farms. Why not buy fresh, cook fresh, and feel better about what we are doing to our bodies and our world? Now THAT is something to be thankful for!