The Day after Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is over for another year. I'm groaning, because as usual I ate to much. The turkey was good but I've decided that I perhaps do make the best dressing in the world. Of course, I got the recipe from the 1918 edition of the White House Cookbook, so I can't take one dab of the credit. Not even a smidgen. Just when I think that someone else may have a better tasting, better consistency, better flavored dressing, along comes Thanksgiving and proves me wrong. The dressing was the best. Don't mess with success. The turkey was a bit on the dry side, but that's why God invented gravy, right? The cake was a huge success, and I'd take a picture of the remains were there any remains to be snapped. The apple pie, which I made with splenda instead of sugar was very good. You'd never know there was no sugar in there. I enjoyed my son and daughter(in-law) being here and that everyone agreed it was the wrong day to be on a diet. Okay, so am I bragging on myself to much? We call that tooting our own horn, and I don't believe it in false modesty! Yesterday Jacqui and I went over to my father's house and gave the kitchen a good cleaning, something it hasn't had since Mama left us. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed that day. It was good to be with my friend/sister (remember evil sister?) and we talked about all that had happened in our lives since we last lived close to each other. Daddy came in from the clinic and we fixed him lunch and the loveliest pot of Yorkshire Tea (thanks to Sophie) and sat and talked to him. So all in all my day after Thanksgiving was very good, and I hope all of yours was as pleasant as ours. Soon Christmas will be upon us, and I see that Jefferson folk are no slackers when it comes to decorating. There are some beautifully done homes on Angelus Road. Everyone needs to "come see". I'm getting in the spirit now. I may even set up the reindeer today...