Our neighborhood group shared a potluck Thanksgiving Dinner yesterday – because we like to spend time together, and when everyone pitches in it is all so much easier.
And conversation. The men were off doing whatever men do when they disappear into the outdoors, so The Artistic One, The Gracious One, The Information Gatherer (who is not pictured because she took the picture) and myself enjoyed a glass of wine or sparkling cider, depending on choice, and visited. We chattered, we laughed, we enjoyed, we drank. All was good.
Some of the food. Salads were on the table, turkey was being carved. Turkey did not get its picture taken prior to decimation. Can you believe I didn’t remember to take that picture – the traditional “here’s the turkey in all its glory” picture? Well, I didn’t! I may need to be replaced as official photographer.
The neighborhood, minus one couple who was not here on this day and The Information Gatherer, who took this picture. Hmmm. Maybe I have already been replaced. Well, fine, but she did not take a picture of the turkey either.
The centerpiece, behind which is The Information Gatherer who will probably shoot me next time she sees me. It seems I did not get one single good picture of her last night. I promise to make up for that, really I do!
The remnants of the turkey – once the troops have completed their plundering. It is destined to find itself in a nice warm bath before too long to become a delicious soup. Because The Gracious One does not make food that is not delicious. It’s a trait I wished I shared with her -one of several.
Husband stayed home, watching football, waiting for me to return with a plate of yummy for him. Which I did. He just is not up to getting out and about and socializing.
Tonight? Tonight we shall gather once again to share a meal of Thanksgiving leftovers. I think you can understand now why I am so very thankful to live in this neighborhood with these friends. I am blessed.