Neither of us felt great on Thanksgiving Day, so instead of going out to dinner, or having a big meal at home, we lazed around all day, had a light dinner and went to bed earlier than usual.
So we had our Thanksgiving dinner yesterday. Miss Terry cooked a wonderful turkey breast (no drumsticks) with all the trimmings, including stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes and gravy, made from scratch rolls, fresh cranberry orange relish, and delicious pecan pie. It was worth waiting for!
Terry makes the best pecan pies in the world.
Terry loves to cook, and she was in heaven all day as she bustled around the kitchen doing her thing. I just stayed out of her way as much as possible, not wanting to interfere with the process. I’ve never been a huge fan of turkey, though we did have deep fried turkey a couple of times that was excellent, but when Terry cooks it, I love it. I think she could make an old tennis shoe taste good.
I spent the day working on the new issue of the Gypsy Journal and got a good start at it. I’ve still got quite a ways to go, but I’m off and running.
Does your family have any special holidays traditions? This week starts my annual tradition of avoiding WalMart and all big box stores until all of the drunks have slept off their hangovers in early January. I can’t handle the crowds, the craziness, and the senseless need to spend a fortune buying the latest must have toy or gadget, which they will lose interest in and will be replaced by something else a week after the Christmas tree comes down.
Somebody on the news yesterday was talking about her Black Friday shopping adventures, and getting up at 4 AM to be in line when the store opened at 6. If I’m up at 4 AM it’s because my bladder wakes me up. Another brain dead shopper had just bought seven iPhones for her nieces and nephews, the youngest of whom was eight years old. What the heck does an eight year old need an iPhone for? I’ll tell you why – because somebody in an advertising agency convinced them they do. Yeah, I know, bah humbug. Call me Scrooge. Or Grinch.
Thought For The Day – A good cry is like a carwash for the soul.