Well, you knew it was coming: The sentimental post to hold up to the light all the things Cedar shows us. The joy in waking up to a new day, the endless capacity for forgiveness, curiosity, and love. Nah, this one is about pie.

Because I’ll begrudgingly admit that some of the above may be true, depending on the moment and the weather, Cedar gets to be this year’s centerpiece of our annual smoked sourdough apple pie.

Pie art by Katrina. (You knew that.)

When I shared the image with Katie, who is spending Thanksgiving back East with fellow Juneau college boy friends, she asked whether that was a dog or a penis. Some days the line is fine, I will admit.

We’ll keep working on our sourdough art–I see you rolling your eyes, kids who have been subjected to my not always so well leavened biscuits far too many times–but until she’s smothered in vanilla ice cream tonight we’ll give Cedar (who is currently helping with food prep by removing the label from a can of corn) her center-pie moment.

Happy Thanksgiving. And thanks (both of you) for reading along, or at least looking at the pictures.