(Friday Fille: My new metallic shoes standing on the lane covered with Autumn leaves. Which has nothing to do with today's post.)
Thanksgiving Confession….
Not only was the Turkey stuffed at Thanksgiving (!) gee, how could I have forgotten how full one feels after such a feast.
I will share more and add photos later, but I have to make a confession…
My brother Zane smoked the Thanksgiving turkey in the barbecue. The aroma mingled with my memories of being at home on such a day, caught me with the desire to abandon my vegetarian beliefs. I wanted to taste it:
The turkey,
the gravy,
the stuffing,
the whole nine yards and the lane that leads to my mother's home.
Yes I wanted to smother myself in the happy emotion of being home. Thanksgiving feast! I knew that diving into my desire was implusive, but so what?
I sat at the table with my family with a plate full of delicious delights that I haven't had in over thirty years.
Thanksgiving never tasted better.
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