The sun had set, and the tables in the meadow were ready, laid with Raccoon’s best china; Rabbit’s favorite candles; the last of the late-blooming flowers; and platters, bowls, and tureens full of the most delicious-looking food.


There was butternut squash soup with sourdough croutons, roasted chestnuts, banana-walnut bread with honey butter, nut pie, pumpkin pie, and — for the cats, who had ventured outside the cottage for the festivities — grilled sardines and crackers.


To drink, there was mulled wine for the adults and mulled cider for the youngsters, both made using the recipe in Old Possum’s family-heirloom cookbook. He’d even brought out his grandmother’s ancient punch bowl, with its matching collection of tiny ceramic mugs, from the top shelf in the hall closet.


(November 2022)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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