It's Thanksgiving Day in my part of the world. It's a beautiful fall day, too. Witness looking through my front window:
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Nuria has cooked dinner for her and me and the two guests she invited over. There's going to be turkey and stuffing...
and green bean casserole...
and ham and pineapple with cloves and powdered sugar...
and apple salad with walnuts...
and deviled eggs...
and pumpkin pie and pecan pie.
I'm glad she invited guests because that's a lot of goodies for just her and me. Even with our two guests, we'll be eating leftovers for a week. I hope our guests will leave with some of the leftovers. We'll insist they do that.
In the olden days, when it was just me, I would make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I would stand in the kitchen while I ate it and ask, "What's all the fuss about?"
Just kidding. Actually, I've blogged several times about Thanksgiving Day, and I was more likely to eat chili with onion, pepper, and tomato as the main course. Why does it have to be turkey?
But Nuria has gone a long way in domesticating me. I told an old friend about our Thanksgiving dinner plans and he replied, "Tell Nuria she has done the impossible in civilizing you!"
I'm surprised, too, but Nuria can be tenacious if she wants to be.
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