Thanksgiving is something different for everyone. Some people see Thanksgiving as an opportunity to begin drinking G&T's at 8:30 am, when they put the turkey into the electric roaster. Not me.
This year, I made three pies. Apple, pecan and butterscotch; all from scratch. My husband's Gram's highly classified crust recipe was bestowed upon me last night. I will carry it with me through many more confectionery endeavors.
Thanksgiving feels unfamiliar this year, lacking in something. I can't quite put my finger on it, but the uneasiness sits like a rock in my belly. I won't list all that's wrong with what will transpire in the next few hours, but instead I'll list what I am thankful for:
On this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for:
1. The technology that is Skype, which allows me to see and speak with my family as if they were sitting in the room with me.
2. Birth control; self explanatory.
3. Ovens that work and pies that turn out beautifully.
4. Electric toothbrushes.
5. Hair dye for those of us who have gone prematurely grey.
7. My friends; the dear women in my life that keep me sane.
8. My family; the unrelenting foundation upon which I stand.
9. Big Red; my best friend, my love. My yin, my Clyde. The quiet hand that steadies me when I think I may collapse.
And not in that order. Cheers.