And to you, too! Tom the Son and I are waiting to be told “30 minutes to turkey” before we put the bacon-and-vegetable casseroles in the oven.
I had my frozen turkey dinner around noon, and just about the time that I was thinking about the last pill dosage and last meal of the day, the doorbell rang. It was Kori, telling me dinner at the clubhouse was ready and I begged off.
Then she said those fateful words: Can I bring you a plate? After she went to all that work? Yes, she could, so about 30 minutes later she brought me three disposable containers filled with 1) potatoes with gravy and ham on the one side, with turkey on the other, 2) green beans and stuffing, and 3) pistachio salad and cranberries with 4) a large plate with a single large slice of pumpkin pie and a monstrous dollop of homemade whipped cream. That was a little bit more than “a plate,” I think!
So I took a taste of everything and yes, all of it was homemade. She has been working for the last three days on this meal. I didn’t want to go, of course. It would have short-circuited me to the point that I wouldn’t be able to go to church Sunday but her generosity touched me. She’s one who probably has the least income in this place.
So I’m grateful and will nibble on the foods until they are all gone. Except for the pie: Life is uncertain — eat dessert first!
So I’m off to fix Chip’s food, then my own, and I’ll see all y’all tomorrow. Happy Turkey Day wishes to your family! I have a VERY lot to be thankful for! All of you are included!