Happy Turkey Day to my American friends in blogland! I don’t get why you guys put it so late in the fall, but you make up for it by merging yams and marshmallows and brown sugar into an unholy trinity of glorious “no really, it’s not dessert!”
In honor of your ever-so-belated day of giving thanks (seriously, it’s way too close to christmas), I plan to try this completely not-a-dessert recipe for Stuffed Sweet Potatoes from Sweet Pea’s Kitchen.
What am I thankful for on this entirely ordinary Thursday in Canada?
I’m thankful that the salmon are done running, and that the animals have had time to eat all the dead salmon. Because old-rotted-raw-salmon-on-the-river-bank, as I have learned the hard way, is a demon-smell worse than skunk, but less terrible than old-dead-naked-beaver.
Gwynn is thankful that the two week period in which he got 5 baths, including one that involved vinegar, coke and baby shampoo, rinced and then applied again is over.
I’m also thankful that, this week, when I took Gwynn and Sadie into the woods for a walk, it was Sadie that rolled in something I’m going to loosely label ‘mud’. There are times it’s really nice to be able to pass a dog back to its rightful dog-bather at the end of a walk.
Hope you have a safe and happy Thanksgiving (or Thursday), preferably full of so much food that you pop a button on your pants. Because, regardless of which Thanksgiving day you do, it’s all about the turkey!