…Have found me in bed. Prostrate. Terrible back ache that has kept me not quite sitting, standing or lying down with any measure of comfort.
I’m much better now. Back at work and checking with the doctors to make sure everything is fine.
But still I have reasons to be thankful. I’m alive, right?
Thankful for failure. And for friendships.
Thankful for the joys of feasting together, with children :-). Mine (3) and a friend’s (3), with only 2 adults in tow – myself and my friend’s niece. And most amazingly, the easiest dinner I’d ever hosted.
Perhaps because I was in so much pain, I limited my talking, laughing and ‘correcting’….and things moderated themselves.
Damn. That so doesn’t mean its time to dispense with me and my ways.
Dinner was a fairly simple, if celebratory affair:
Roast chicken expertly carved….
….though not by me – by the kids and my friend’s niece!
Roast potatoes. With Sage. And Olive Oil.
Roasted Winter Squash. In Sage browned butter.
Fresh apple-cucumber-green pepper-cilantro salad.
Zobo jelly. Softset, I know. But still, Zobo jelly. In place of cranberry sauce. Like our Pitanga cherry one from last Thanksgiving.
Zobo punch. Which my children are totally crazy about. Served in the style of Chapman, with lots of crushed ice, cucumber, lemon & lime slices and supremes of oranges.
And cake. And milk (for the 6yo son)
Yep. Many reasons to be thankful.