As is appropriate for the day, I feel myself slipping into a post-Thanksgiving-meal food coma. There was no turkey this year—that would be a bit silly for just two people—but there was a lovely little roast chicken with sage and lemon, served with a huge tray of roasted root vegetables in all the hues of autumn. I never did get around to making that pumpkin pie, though I did pick up two little fruit tarts (apple and pear) from the Real Patisserie—but now I think I’m too full to have one.
It wasn’t the most traditional of Thanksgiving Days today. There was no getting up late, lazing around in my PJs, watching the Thanksgiving Day parade, lazing around some more, working up an appetite for a late-afternoon dinner—which must include the element of turkey, of course, as well as mashed potatoes and gravy, followed by pie—and then, well, lazing around for the rest of the evening to work up an appetite for a turkey sandwich at midnight.
No, there was none of that this year. Instead, I had to get through a lot of work and band practice before I reached the eating-and-vegetating portion of the day. But I got there in the end, and for that I am thankful.
And now it’s time for a little nap.