Never a sucker for tradition - not that there's anything worng with that - Kurt and I had a low key Thanksgiving meal at home, just the two of us. I bought some thick turkey slices from the co-op, whipped up some mashers, and bought a can of organic jellied cranberry 'sauce', which Kurt loves. We had no plans for a time or place to eat. After finishing cleaning the hot tub - and not a day too soon - we threw together some turkey sandwhiches. I actually sliced off a piece of the c-sauce and put it on my sandwhich! My mom would've winced had she'd lived to see it. Kurt put green chiles on his - natch...
The sandwhiches were great, needless to say, and no muss no fuss. It was like having the leftovers first - with no leftovers! And no mounds of food left over to tempt us.
Then we went off to finish cleaning. Spending time taking care of what we've already got - eachother, our health, a beautiful home, a heater that works, to name just a few - seemed appropriate on the eve of the most massive day of compulsive consumption on the planet.
For today, we've got everything we need, packed into one - no two - little sandwhiches.
Peace to all.