I baked a pecan pie today. I even made the crust from scratch.
I made a peanut-butter chocolate cream pie. I chopped onions and celery and green olives because that’s what will go in my stuffing. What? You don’t put green olives in your stuffing? You have no idea what you’re missing.
Tomorrow I will cook the Thanksgiving feast, though my 18-year old son will make the green bean casserole.
We’ll be using cloth napkins but only because I ran out of paper napkins.
My mother has been here for a week, which has been fun. We’ve been having lunch out most days and have been to the ocean a couple of times to watch the sun set. Today she chopped cranberries for the Cranberry Fluff she makes every year–I think we’re the only two who eat it, but she makes it anyway because it really wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without it.
The past year has been full of craziness and stress and unexpected events and blessings. I am thankful for all of it. (Well, most of it. Some of the stress was kind of . . . unwelcome.)
Mostly, though, I’m thankful for my family–especially my husband who has finally grown to appreciate stuffing with raisins and green olives in it.
Happy Thanksgiving! Count your blessings . . . name them one by one.