"If I should lose that one..."

"My wings would melt
in the sun."

Last night, in honour of my American husband, I celebrated American Thanksgiving in Canada. I am definitely not a chef -- and honestly did quite a bit of what could be called "crafty" cooking for this meal, if one were feeling generous -- but I truly enjoyed preparing and plating the various dishes. I thought it would be nice to have a spinach salad with walnuts, diced plum tomatoes and a little blue cheese dressing; some roast turkey with gravy; cranberry sauce; stuffing with chopped cranberry; a pork loin with apple butter; mashed potatoes with roasted garlic and onion; and, of course, pumpkin pie. I spent the afternoon in the kitchen and was basically shocked at how much fun I was having in there. By the time I garnished the dishes with sliced pears, walnuts and a ground nutmeg-cinnamon blend, I was certainly proud of myself, but mostly amazed at how smoothly everything went. I was lucky!

I am lucky! I'm lucky because I'm able to indulge in my fondness for food; I'm lucky because I have someone beloved with whom to share the food. Yesterday evening was wonderful and satisfying in so many ways. Evenings like that are not a rarity in my life, and that is why I'm lucky. I should celebrate every day! For every day, I am thankful.

TRACK LISTING: Ben Watt, "Lucky One"