"Thank You," Said the Crazy Pie Lady

I tucked three large vats of my pumpkin pie filling into the walk-in refrigerator last night to marry flavors overnight and then sat down with Rich to debrief on our day. We have mouths to feed this week, produce to harvest and wash, pies and rolls and breads to bake. Cream to whip. We've never seen as much interest in our Thanksgiving offerings as we did this year. And we said the same thing last year.

Foxhole is doing well. We cobbled together an idea and sent it out into the world, to see it land and grow. Looking back, it's a wonder that it has thrived despite the way the world has changed. It's not so different from a seed carefully sown, nestled deeply enough in the soil, that it germinates. To grow through the pains of young life and root deeply, so that despite the turbulence, it remains and even burgeons when the rains come.

We hatched an idea, put the pieces together, and continue to feed the beast. But in actuality it is the world that we exist within which has given it home. It would all just be an idea without the people who receive our harvest, know our story, and welcome our family and farm. We are so grateful to be stitched into this fabric. I am grounded by this lifestyle and the familial support of you and those people who come to our market table. The loveliness of the relationship between we farmers and those we feed is so rich. The connections we've made, whether through my writing, with the chefs who transform our harvest, or with the many people we've come to know in Dayton, they enrich us and provide a sense of belonging for our family and our livelihood.

This Thanksgiving, we thank you :). And as I step into my "crazy pie lady" shoes to bake honeynut and Dutch apple pies for the next 48 hours, may I remind you to make plenty of time to take it easy this holiday. Cook together, subdue your type A, and enjoy a cozy meal, perhaps by candlelight, and definitely in comfortable pants, surrounded by your loves.

Happy Thanksgiving,

Sam