I’m still a little — just a little — woozy from the “acute viral labyrinthitis” that hit me last week. Instead of writing a post this week, I’m traveling back in time to Thanksgiving 2016.
November 24, 2016
Hope you are having a great Thanksgiving surrounded by friends, family or both — of every political persuasion. As always there’s a lot to be thankful for, but today I’m feeling especially grateful for that most American of birds, the turkey.
Every year around this time a bunch of them show up at our house. One arrives in a shopping bag, all plucked and cleaned and frozen, ready to be stuffed.
The other turkeys arrive in our back yard on their own two feet, fully feathered and wattled. (Honest, they show up in our neighborhood right around Thanksgiving as if to . . . what? Guilt us? Apparently the invasion of turkeys in California neighborhoods is the result of importing by the state.)
Our daughter Christina has been the Thanksgiving cook for several years now. But this year, with Jon laid up with a broken ankle and Christina distracted by wedding plans for next May, I forgave myself for taking the ultimate shortcut yesterday: I drove over to a local supermarket and bought a ten-pound turkey with all the trimmings for 99 bucks.
When I searched my digital photo collection the other day for “turkey,” these photos turned up.
More about food at “The Kettle Corn That Show Up in our Pandemic Shut-Down Food Order.” More warm-blooded animals at “At Pt. Reyes — Animals Wild and Tame.”
Thanksgiving is such a warm time, isn’t it.
What I love most about Thanksgiving is – all you need is a turkey and some people and it’s Thanksgiving. No decorating angst. No shopping angst.