Thanksgiving has come and gone once again, and I'm sure the Pilgrims are turning in their graves at the excessive amounts of food that were consumed right here in the good old US of A. In my house alone, enough food was eaten to feed at least one small village in Asia. Every year, I promise myself that I'll watch what I eat, and each year I keep that promise. I watch the food all the way to my mouth. As usual, the problem is that we are blessed in this country with the best cooks on earth. My wife outdid herself yet again with turkey, dressing, sweet potatoes, and all the trimmings including multiple desserts. I dreamed last night that I was diving into a pool of Alka Seltzer.
The best thing about Thanksgiving is that our family gets together (which is increasingly rare), and we all seem to have a really good time. I am thankful for my wife and kids and grandkids and brothers and Mom and everyone who admits to being kin to me(which is also exceedingly rare). The second best thing about Thanksgiving is the great blanket of quiet that settles on the house after everyone has gone their separate ways. The leftovers are put away, the doors locked, the fire lit, and the bed is warm and comfy.
Here's hoping all of you had as fine a Thanksgiving as I did. And as for the Pilgrims, let 'em turn!
I'm going to make me a turkey and cranberry sandwich.
Onward to Christmas!
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