Reading this reminds me of the happy fact that there wasn’t a single political discussion at my family’s Thanksgiving celebration yesterday. For me that’s a big relief, because my experience is that such things never, never, never lead to anything good.
Did I eat too much yesterday? You betcha, but not enough to become ill.
My favorites? Too numerous to mention, but probably the cranberry compote my sister-in-law always makes, the sauerkraut in wine (yes, sauerkraut) a friend brings, and an amazing sweet potato puree with goat cheese mixed in (sounds bad but it was very good; the goat cheese is unidentifiable, and it gives the whole thing a light creaminess), and a Nesselrode pie minus the little died fruit thingees that sometimes reside there to trap the unwary.
The weather was beautiful, too. I’m in the country, so when I took my usual walk I had to wear orange because it’s deer season. A tiny bit frightening, especially every time I heard rustling in the woods, which was often.
And today—why, turkey salad and turkey soup, of course.