Pink Piggy Spatula, otherwise known as Frank, joined us again this year for our Thanksgiving holiday preparations.   A baking aficionado, Frank  appreciates great classics like Fly Me to the Moon, which was played may times while cooking last year.  Having a penchant for the whimsical and practically knowing Frank Sinatra on a first-name basis, his given name seems apt.  So far, he hasn’t complained.

That bake-off was quite the event.  Two elvish helpers with impish predilections made a Pumpkin Surprise Pie, complete with a nutmeg toss and the whisk drop.  The details don’t really matter here, but suffice it to say that the dose of cinnamon that was infused into the batter was . . . uh . . . nose-bending.  Frank was undaunted by it all and simply went with the flow, not at all bothered by the batter that lathered his piggy head and cheeks.

This year, with a little more calm and organization around the preparations, Frank helped with the spreading of the sprinkles for the brownies.  He even tried some himself.  Admitting he finds it hard to focus on the task at hand when there are so many wonderful bright circles of color in his atmosphere, he felt he was not alone.

I had no idea what he was talking about.

Did he mean his other piggy spatula friends, frenzied in the Sea of Food, seeking respite from the Stir?  Was he referring to the impish elves, though now with another year of holiday experience under their belts, still prone to slips now and then?

We may never know.

Contentedly, Frank went on to have his sudsy bath and go to bed in his favorite wooden drawer.  He was worn out but happy.  Before disappearing into the darkness he wished himself, myself and the two twinkly elves a good day.  And really, it was a good day.

Happy Thanksgiving from my family to yours!