Happy Thanksgiving, everybody. I hope you’ll all be feasting today and enjoying either good company or welcome peace and quiet.
I don’t like the forced sociability of the holidays, but I like taking a day for gratitude. I have much to be grateful for, not least the community of individuals around this blog.
Today I’m debating between feasting courtesy of a lodge in the next town over, which is putting on a whatever-you-want-to-donate banquet with my Neighbor J as one of the volunteers, or eating lite with goodies already in supply here. Someone at Claire’s Cabal posted linked a simple recipe for good old southern spoonbread, which I’ve never tried. And I have the makings of split-pea soup on hand — a good thing to do with part of the ham that’s in the fridge. Those two sound like a great combo and like perfect comfort foods for a rainy, windy day.
Blogging will be quiet over the weekend. I might post some oldies but goodies. OTOH, unless the the world falls apart between now and Monday I probably don’t plan to blog any news or views.
I have Lethal White, the latest Cormoran Strike mystery (from the series by Robert Galbraith, aka J.K. Rowling), and a recent addition to Middle Earth mythology, The Fall of Gondolin, to keep me busy. Although I fear the latter might be one of those dry things interesting only to people who know the family tree of every Tolkein elf and ranger, 650 pages of Rowling’s hulking one-legged illegitimate son of a famous rock star solving murders should keep me going.
So enjoy the holiday weekend, my fellow Americans. All you Canadians, Costa Ricans, Welsh folk, Germans, and others out there who aren’t getting stuffed on turkey or ham, may your days be uneventful in the best possible way.