I’m listening to the rain. We’ve got another flood watch warning. Plus snow on Saturday. But to quote Scarlett O., “Tomorrow is another day.”
I made four pies for Thanksgiving: two pumpkin, one pecan with chocolate chips and a peach pie. No, I didn’t make any of the crusts. While I can make pie crusts, I don’t like making them. It’s a messy and iffy ordeal, at best. By the time I got to the peach pie, I realized I didn’t have enough butter in the house to make a top crust. I didn’t want to shop anywhere on Thanksgiving. It’s a holiday, people! Go home and be with your families and watch football, or nap.
This is why the pie looks like it’s composed of human remains. Eat up, me hearties!
I’ve got plenty of leftover pie (especially peach), though. So…win!
But none of that matters. My family is gracious and kind. They even tried it. I tried it, too. It tasted…okay. A little whipped cream didn’t hurt, either. We sat and laughed around the table. We told jokes and stories and ate juicy turkey, stuffing and all the trimmings.
On this day after Thanksgiving, I guess what I’m left with is a glow that can only be described as gratitude. Things will never be perfect in life, whatever that is. But I’m loved and very blessed. I’m thankful for family and friends and you, dear readers. Happy post-Thanksgiving!
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever. – Psalm 107:1