I think I was somehow cursed last Thanksgiving. I fell ill the day after Thanksgiving, and just as I was starting to feel better a few days later, I felt another virus coming on. This cycle continued until just before Christmas, and because I was pregnant and exhausted, I tried to rest a lot and get well during that time, but it was stressful because I had a 1½-year-old to chase after. And while I was sick, I was unable to eat any Thanksgiving leftovers. So then all during the year, foods like turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and even creamed onions (which I used to love) just haven’t seemed very appealing to me. I think I subconsciously associate the Thanksgiving fare with being sick, but I thought I’d be over it by now – wrong. Thanksgiving dinner was great and everything, but I’m just not as enthused about those leftovers as I want to be. On Thanksgiving day, the turkey was delicious. That leftover sandwich I had on Friday was pretty good. The cold turkey snack on Friday night was ok. I didn’t finish the turkey snack on Saturday night, and today for dinner, I will have anything but turkey or Thanksgiving leftovers. And I am blue in the face from reassuring my husband that it was absolutely nothing he did wrong with the cooking or the fault of any of the guests who brought delicious side dishes. It’s just my Thanksgiving curse, and I hope it’s gone by next year. But even if it’s not, no biggie because my Thanksgiving will be made more special than food by the wonderful people in my life. Maybe I should “train” my body to accept the Thanksgiving food by making turkey and creamed onions more often…
At any rate, the helpers in the kitchen on Thanksgiving day were adorable – check them out:
And below are my two oldest daughters waving to Santa at the Welcome Santa Parade from the day after Thanksgiving:
And if their names were numbers that ordered them by birth, below is a cute picture of #2 and #4:
Cute.
Very cute. Hope you’re feeling better.