Greetings and pre-Thanksgiving blessings to one and
all! I am in a good mood, folks. Consider
the following: I am by myself (good
mood). I have about 1/3 of my dark roast
coffee left (good mood, but need food…getting jittery). The sun is shining (great mood). I have
a small amount of grading left (decent mood…manageable amounts make life
grander). And, what is probably my
favorite holiday is coming up, which leaves me dwelling on all things f-o-o-d
(happy mood).
I’m sitting in my car typing away on my full-sized laptop, like anyone would, naturally because
there’s some amount of warm fuzzies that wash over me when my car is sun-soaked
in November. I have warn my jacket for
exactly HALF of ONE day this fall, oh reader.
It’s like Indiana is trying to seduce me back into its shockingly warm
embrace. As delighted as I am by all of
the sunshiney attention this state is giving me of late, our relationship still
needs to end. But the sunshine on my
shoulders makes it all the more difficult for me to say “It’s not me, it’s
you.” I’m sure once we fast-forward to
the throes of ice and bitter cold that I’ll feel differently. For now, I’ll consider this one last fling
with the state that I need to leave.
But today is not about the state which I am done with. Today is about the holiday that I am
embracing. For various reasons, we are
staying home this year for Thanksgiving.
Staying home…ah, sweet words that soothe my soul. It will be a day for PJs at 3 PM, cheese and
crackers for all day long, long UNO tournaments, and whatever food we want for
dinner.
(By the way…Thanksgiving dinner or Thanksgiving lunch? Our families have always been Thanksgiving
lunch kinds of people. I’m debating
since I get to control it this year.)
And the feast, that will happen… I’m delightfully scouring the interwebs for
anything delicious-y that I want to make.
And because I get to control every step-o-the process, I assure you that
there will be turkey, no mashed potatoes, no green beans, and 100% NO pumpkin
pie. It’s been real, standard
Thanksgiving meal of my last 32 years.
But we need a break.
I’m dreaming of all things veggie, longing for some kind of
wonderful bread, and drooling over dessert possibilities. Granted, the kids still need to be on board
beyond the apple tart and pumpkin cream cheese muffins that I’ve got in the
works. They’re good with their
vegetables but not so much when things are (gasp) mixed together.
(Soup, alas, does not generally speak to their tender
palates that require complete and separate identification of all matter served
to them. However, I am utterly in love
with the stuff, and so sometimes, when we feel feisty (i.e. willing to fight
the battle), we force some soup upon them as
wretched parents will sometimes do.
I don’t feel that Thanksgiving is quite the time for that, though.)
So when I’ve had a few minutes here and there, I’ve been
grabbing a kid (whichever one will do), and we have been swiping our way
through collections of all things Thanksgiving while giving the thumbs up/down
as needed. The list has been started and
it looks to be delicious. Thanks be for
a relaxed feast day with my people. I’m
thoroughly excited about it (squeeeeee!!!!).
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