Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful -- we are all taught that. What to be thankful for has always been left a mystery. Here's my take:

• I am thankful for a wonderful, loving, stable relationship with my lady.


• I am thankful that we both have useful, productive jobs we both love and that make us happy.


• I am thankful that our parents are alive and in relatively good health.


• I am thankful that we both are relatively healthy, vibrant, and intelligent.


• I am thankful that we now own the roof over our heads (well, at least the tiny part the bank doesn't own).


• I am thankful that we are financially secure, that we can afford those things that make life more pleasant (especially vet bills).

S

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I am officially tired and sore. Thanksgiving dinner went well, though not everything turned out the way I expected. Menu for the day:

Breakfast

• Cinnamon Rolls (store-bought Rhodes)


• Bacon

Lunch

• Ceviche (lemon-marinated sea bass)


• Stuffed portabella mushroom caps

Dinner

• Turkey injected with sage-and-garlic-infused chardonnay -- moist, but not as flavored as hoped


• Potatoes mashed with half-and-half


• Steamed broccoli -- didn't have the cheese for the cheese sauce


• Gravy -- one word, YUM


• Mushroom medley (shitake, crimini, and white button mushrooms sauteed with shallot and celery and stuffed in the turkey) -- OH MY


• Cranberry sauce -- turned out well, though not one of our favorites (we don't particularly like cranberries)


• Salad

I am replete.

S