Happy Thanksgiving Eve to my U.S. friends and family. I hope your grocery shopping is done, and if not, may the parking spaces be close and the lines be short.
For those of you following along with my NaNoWriMo updates, this past week was the toughest so far. The words didn’t flow, and neither did the ink (several more pens are done). Not counting what I wrote yesterday—a decent writing day—that I still need to type up, I’m at 29,546 words.
I’m hoping for a productive writing afternoon, and then this evening, I’ll be making my mother’s cranberry relish for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving dinner with friends.
Whether you’re celebrating Thanksgiving or having an ordinary day in some other part of the world, I hope you have a great day.
I’ll leave you with a few favorites from the week:
A hummingbird’s Thanksgiving feast
Did you take me up on the recent challenge to keep a list of everything you’re grateful for? If so, have you found it changing your perspective about the blessings and disappointments in your life? I hope you’ll continue to document your personal gratitude list long after tomorrow comes and goes.
I’ve been trying to list just one thing on Facebook that I’m grateful for each day, but I find myself trying to weave together multiple things into one, because I have trouble picking just one thing each day.
Here’s just one thing I wanted to share with you that I’m most thankful for at Thanksgiving every year:
Vegan pumpkin pie from Whole Foods
Yes, that’s right: vegan pumpkin pie from Whole Foods, a Thanksgiving treat I order from their bakery almost every year.
I’m not a vegan, but I do have a food allergy that keeps me from eating regular bakery items. I didn’t learn of this allergy until one November about ten years ago. I don’t remember the exact year, but I do remember the exact month, because my thoughts had already turned to the anticipation of pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving. (For the record, my mother makes the best pumpkin pie in the whole world, and if I could only pick one food to have for Thanksgiving dinner, it would be her pumpkin pie.)
One of the initial horrifying realizations of learning about my allergy was that pumpkin pie was off my plate forever. Or so I thought. Continue reading