In the wee hours I thought that I would go out today for potatoes and broth and more milk, and make mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy. And then I remembered that I have no potato masher currently, and while it's easy to get a good potato masher in England, that would land me with three potato mashers (one still in the US serving and being taken care of by my beloved friend Lisa), and I don't want three potato mashers, however good.
However, yesterday I bought five buttons at a shop called Dutton's for Buttons, and that's hard to beat.
All you said and kindness. And my garden. And words to think, speak, write. And mashed carrots and turnips. So much, Susan, so much. Happy Thanksgiving. May we end this day content, may our bellies and hearts be full. May we be grateful. May it be so.
It is an old family tradition on my mom's side (Scots-Irish.) It is what they could afford, so it is what they ate. I tend to love "peasant food." The astringency of the turnips with the sweetness of the carrots is just perfect. Yum, and fist-bump right back to you. Happy Thanksgiving!
I am dry, warm, safe, protected, well fed, entertained, clothed, in decent health, engaged with purpose, needed, loved; alive; for all this, I am grateful.
I am thankful that I have a closer relationship and love of God. For through that love of God, I’m able to love the people in the world in ways of forgiveness, kindness and mercy that I never could on my own.
I'll parrot your post, but with some caveats I won't get into. (Families are so damn complicated, and I vascilate between being happy to have enough distance to make holiday travel problematic and desperately wanting to be with them. 'Tis a difficult time of year for me.) I'm also thankful for the multitude of people out there (thinking of a bunch of Farmington Vally women) that are "looking down on people" for the sole purpose of helping them up. On a side note... I'm also thankful for people, be it John Q. Citizen, LEO's (my major distrust and issues with them over the years notwithstanding), soldiers, health care professionals, etc. that put themselves out there for us, and at times make the ultimate sacrifice. I've been reminded (thanks to the arrival of my awesome tshirt from the brewery) of Richard Fierro, the owner of Atrevida Beer in Colorado Springs. Mr. Fierro, and another patron, subdued the Club Q shooter. He was there with his wife, daughter and daughter's boyfriend, who was killed. May you turkey be moist and your mashed taters not be lumpy.
I'd echo everything you are thankful for and add 'stretchy pants'. Per usual
Yay! Stretchy pants! Wearing mine now!
In the wee hours I thought that I would go out today for potatoes and broth and more milk, and make mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy. And then I remembered that I have no potato masher currently, and while it's easy to get a good potato masher in England, that would land me with three potato mashers (one still in the US serving and being taken care of by my beloved friend Lisa), and I don't want three potato mashers, however good.
However, yesterday I bought five buttons at a shop called Dutton's for Buttons, and that's hard to beat.
All you said and kindness. And my garden. And words to think, speak, write. And mashed carrots and turnips. So much, Susan, so much. Happy Thanksgiving. May we end this day content, may our bellies and hearts be full. May we be grateful. May it be so.
You do the carrots and turnips, too! I know few people that do. Said goodness is sitting in my fridge as I type. *fist bump*
It is an old family tradition on my mom's side (Scots-Irish.) It is what they could afford, so it is what they ate. I tend to love "peasant food." The astringency of the turnips with the sweetness of the carrots is just perfect. Yum, and fist-bump right back to you. Happy Thanksgiving!
May today be as simple as this for you all. Tomorrow is another day.
“A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.” K.V.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Thank you!
Grateful for the feast at table / Friends and family gathered near / Gifts of earth and gifts of labor / Hunger's bite we shall not fear
I’ve been reading this book This Land is Their Land by David J Silverman
It’s definitely going to make for some interesting dinner table conversation
It’s definitely a subject that I have been aware of for a long , long time
P S
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey, too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In The Big Rock Candy Mountains
I’ve been watching jingle dancers on my phone.
I am dry, warm, safe, protected, well fed, entertained, clothed, in decent health, engaged with purpose, needed, loved; alive; for all this, I am grateful.
I am thankful that I have a closer relationship and love of God. For through that love of God, I’m able to love the people in the world in ways of forgiveness, kindness and mercy that I never could on my own.
All of the above with special thanks for my awesome wife, retirement, SS and Medicare....hope you all have a peaceful and grateful T-day....
And creamed onions. 😁🦃🍁❤️
How could I forget those???
Right? You can try, but it won't be happening.
My family, my friends, my pets, my health and home, Turkey and pie, and living in a country that’s not at war.
I'll parrot your post, but with some caveats I won't get into. (Families are so damn complicated, and I vascilate between being happy to have enough distance to make holiday travel problematic and desperately wanting to be with them. 'Tis a difficult time of year for me.) I'm also thankful for the multitude of people out there (thinking of a bunch of Farmington Vally women) that are "looking down on people" for the sole purpose of helping them up. On a side note... I'm also thankful for people, be it John Q. Citizen, LEO's (my major distrust and issues with them over the years notwithstanding), soldiers, health care professionals, etc. that put themselves out there for us, and at times make the ultimate sacrifice. I've been reminded (thanks to the arrival of my awesome tshirt from the brewery) of Richard Fierro, the owner of Atrevida Beer in Colorado Springs. Mr. Fierro, and another patron, subdued the Club Q shooter. He was there with his wife, daughter and daughter's boyfriend, who was killed. May you turkey be moist and your mashed taters not be lumpy.
Happy Thanksgiving, Susan! I am thankful for my family, friends, finally finding my tribe, my apartment and dogs.
Amen.
Happy Thanksgiving from me to you! And I hope the host recovers quickly.