This Thanksgiving, I spent the holiday with my best friend Ginger (and best little animal friends Sativa and Indi). We both had the day off and wouldn’t be around family so we had planned to celebrate the holiday together and have a little Thanksgiving dinner. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the day.
And I tried. Believe me, I tried. No, I kid. Ginger is, of course, awesome. Any day spent with her is always a day well spent.
Ginger and I differ in our eating habits, though, in that she’s at the meatless level whereas I’m only at the feeling-guilty-for-eating-meat level. So we compromised and got a “celebration roast.” I don’t think we need to discuss the ingredients. But there wasn’t turkey in it. Definitely was not any turkey in it. Nothing even resembling the taste of turkey. But hey, at least it wasn’t tofurkey. No, it was fine. Really.
So we cooked the roast. Cooked mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans with cashews, corn fitters, squash patties, and some deviled eggs. We had a strawberry spinach salad as well. All in all, it was pretty much a solid southern Thanksgiving meal. Not bad at all, really. Not a whole lot of color on the plate, though. There really should’ve been more color.
But it was delicious. Not thinking, I ate too much long before we ever sat down for the actual meal since I was snacking (artichoke dip from the night before, corn fritters, strawberries, etc) all day in the kitchen. The only real failure in the meal was that no fudge was made; there was a great gnashing of teeth about this. On both of our parts. It’s soooooo good. But so bad, though. Bad in the sense that every time I make it, the plate full of fudge transforms (more quickly than it should) into a plate full of emptiness and guilt. But complete satisfaction.
So we watched some television, watched Phoebe in Wonderland (a great, great movie), suffered two separate food comas (one from dinner, one from dessert delivered from Big Pink), and took a few Thanksgiving Day photos.
Talked to the boy late in the evening, talked to the folks. I suppose I’ll talk to the sisters tomorrow. And so ends another holiday. Another truly great holiday. I’ll make fudge this weekend, I think.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving and got to spend the day with loved ones. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!