Mrs. Kravitz IS NOT doing Thanksgiving this year. She’s been crazy busy with her new job, the kids, and everything else. Over the summer she donated a kidney. No kidding. To Mr. K. So she really needs a break. I think she should spend the day sketching, which is what she truly loves to do. For the feast, they should go to a  restaurant. Any suggestions? "We’ll have dessert at home," she said. Last year she had 14 people over and she wore a green wool hat while she was cooking. Find out why.

Thanksgiving eve on Third Street. I visited with Mrs. Kravitz on the first floor who is having 14 people over for the feast.

I watched her whip up a pumpkin pie, a pecan pie, and cranberry
sauce. while we drank wine and covered a free-associative spectrum of
topics.

OSFO and Mrs. Kravitz’s two kids swirled around noisily.

Mrs. Kravitz was wearing a woolen cap because she lives in fear that someone will find a hair in her cooking.

She’s serious.

She told me that, as the day progressed, her
husband kept calling with word of more  guests. What started as a small
family Thanksgiving had evolved into crowd scene. Too many for her
table. Worried that her 13-pound Food Coop turkey might not be enough.
she had to add pork loin, ribs, and turkey wings to the menu.

Earlier, she phoned one of the guests, a good friend, and took her
up on her offer to bring gnocchi and polenta with sage and butter
sauce. "We need more food," she told her.

I think she’ll have enough food.

Sitting and chatting in her apartment she seemed anything but
worried about Thursday’s feast. The meal was coming together slowly
dish by dish.

The wine was helping.

She asked if she can borrow chairs. "Of course," I said. We’re
having Thanksgiving in a West Village restarant with 21 family members
on my mother’s side.

We won’t need the chairs.