The Holidays are in. The crossover from the colorful fall into the white winter. Food still grow and kitchens still heat up. This past week has been busy; not just for myself but the neighborhood too. I can see the market swarming with people trying to get their hands on fresh bread, chicories, vegetables, turkeys etc. I see the streets crowded with cars, and I see families arriving and going from all over the world. Sounds like my Thanksgiving. My father came to town on Thanksgiving day. Landing just in time for a glass of wine, a slice of turkey, and side dishes to pass along.