Thanksgiving 2011

Beloved invisible one, I wish you Happy Thanksgiving! I wish you moments of reflection and gratitude! I wish you good fellowship and convivial gatherings!

I wish you were here to eat some of this freaking food.

Here's what happened. Oh, stop it. You knew it was coming.

Roommate's mother decided that she would spend the actual day of Thanksgiving at her new soon-to-be in-laws. Roommate and I were invited to join. We were prepared to do so, albeit grudgingly.

Actually, I was the only one really begrudging the location. Although Roommate's mother's fiance's parents are really quite lovely, I don't always enjoy holiday gatherings spent in swath of cigarette smoke. Selfish, I know, but if I can't be honest with you, dear one, with whom can I be honest?

I knew you'd understand.

Anyway, we included a friend who's unable to go to family for the holiday, and her young daughter, in the feast plans and suddenly, Roommate's mom was okay with our staying home and having our own feast. I don't know what changed. But I accept and move on.

How very California Zen of me, huh? I know!

..............................Wait a minute.

Oh, jeeze.

Roommate just called. Our friends canceled. Um. Anybody want to come over for a feast? We...have plenty. Plenty. No, really. Plenty.

This is what I did last night. Pumpkin pie. Because.

Dinner rolls. Massive volumes of dinner rolls. More than it looks.

Seriously, the pie next to the rolls is a nine-inch, deep dish pie.

Massive volumes of dinner rolls.

And this is what I made for the breakfast potluck at work this morning. It's egg and cheese and herbs in a pinwheel of---guess what! Roll dough! Baked until golden.

And look! Enough for everyone. Except the PA who's gluten intolerant. Sigh. I didn't know she was working today. I would have made her a GF treat.

We have a 17 pound turkey, a vat of stuffing, homemade cranberry sauce, a huge salad, an acre of potatoes, mashed, and an ocean of gravy.

I'm so thankful for the abundance in my life.

Leftovers, anyone?