A Lovely Thanksgiving
Friday, November 27, 2020
My son Henry's girlfriend invited him, me and Cecily to a Thanksgiving feast at her house, together with her family. Her family is much larger than Henry's, all the more now that we are down from four to three. Danny was, and always will be, missed. I'm especially sad that Elizabeth never got to meet him. But he wasn't forgotten, and we were able to have fun in spite of missing him.
I brought three pies, one of which I baked (pumpkin), and two of which were purchased (pecan and cream cheese raspberry), and Henry's favorite mashed potatoes. The potatoes are a big pain to make, because it's a large recipe, and the peeling and mashing alone take a lot of time. I only ever make them at Thanksgiving, what with the four pounds of potatoes, not to mention lots of cheddar cheese, butter, and half and half.
The best part of the evening, aside from the good company and laughter, was that I really didn't overeat. I was so proud of myself. I had a small helping of each of the sides (green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, stuffing, and gravy), and only one small piece of pie. (Instead of trying all four kinds!). I did have two rolls, and two servings of turkey, so maybe more food than I should have had, but in comparison to my usual eating on Thanksgiving, I did really well. I enjoyed what I ate, and wasn't stuffed to bursting.
It was a really good day.