Happy Thanksgiving!
Nov. 22nd, 2007 02:46 amA very happy Thanksgiving Day to any and all in the US who are reading my LJ, and to those on more distant shores who enjoy the greeting even though they celebrate some other day (if at all).
I have much to be thankful for this day, and I hope to spend it being mindful of that simple, wonderful fact. I'm looking forward to dinner with friends. Last year, I took a chocolate cabbage cake. This year, a salad. I'll make it in the morning. The usual greens, 'shrooms, cuke slices (with a fork scraped down the skin for the traditional decorative edge), grape tomatoes, scallions, some dried cranberries for zip and French fried onions for crunch. Most likely dressed with lime basil vinaigrette. Maybe some sliced strawberries, too.
And my own personal holiday tradition: pitted black olives. Big 'uns, so I can put them on my fingertips, wave 'em around, pop 'em in my mouth, and remember the joy of doing so as a child all over again!
Come, ye thankful people, come.
Raise the song of harvest home
All is safely gathered in
Ere the winter storms begin.
God, our maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied
Come to God's own temple, come.
Raise the song of harvest home.
I have much to be thankful for this day, and I hope to spend it being mindful of that simple, wonderful fact. I'm looking forward to dinner with friends. Last year, I took a chocolate cabbage cake. This year, a salad. I'll make it in the morning. The usual greens, 'shrooms, cuke slices (with a fork scraped down the skin for the traditional decorative edge), grape tomatoes, scallions, some dried cranberries for zip and French fried onions for crunch. Most likely dressed with lime basil vinaigrette. Maybe some sliced strawberries, too.
And my own personal holiday tradition: pitted black olives. Big 'uns, so I can put them on my fingertips, wave 'em around, pop 'em in my mouth, and remember the joy of doing so as a child all over again!
Come, ye thankful people, come.
Raise the song of harvest home
All is safely gathered in
Ere the winter storms begin.
God, our maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied
Come to God's own temple, come.
Raise the song of harvest home.
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Date: 2007-11-22 01:33 pm (UTC)Hey, we sang that hymn at church last Sunday.
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Date: 2007-11-22 01:33 pm (UTC)"pitted black olives. Big 'uns, so I can put them on my fingertips, wave 'em around, pop 'em in my mouth, and remember the joy of doing so as a child all over again!" lol, you and my son. He haates vegatables but has always loved black olives and yes the black fingertips are very familiar.
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Date: 2007-11-22 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-22 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-22 05:56 pm (UTC)B
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Date: 2007-11-22 11:10 pm (UTC)When my brother and most of his family were here a week or so ago, I took them to an Italian Deli/Pizza place for lunch (he pays, I choose) and I had the Greek salad with kalamata olives. My niece wanted to know what they were.
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Date: 2007-11-23 03:46 am (UTC)Ah, me. I am thankful for being alive and having my family with me. My best to you, and have a happy holiday season!
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Date: 2007-11-23 04:55 am (UTC)"We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing..."