Unseasonably warm weather be damned, Thanksgiving panic has gripped New York City. An innocent trip to Whole Foods yesterday afternoon almost turned ugly when one crazed, 200 item-list-clutching-shopper and I reached for the same bag of fresh cranberries. There was fire in her eyes, so I backed off. Nothing good can come from standing between a cook with a deadline and her fresh cranberry chutney.
Besides, my cranberries are destined to sit in the fridge well past next week’s festivities. My only mission on this Whole Foods voyage was of the pumpkin variety; for dinner most definitely, and for next week’s pumpkin pie as well.