The last Thursday in November is Thanksgiving Day in America. When I was childminding, we celebrated all sorts of festivals from different faiths and cultures. Thanksgiving became one of my favourites. I had fond memories of going to a freinds house as a child. Her American Mum was sure I was woefully underfed, I was so thin. She made it her mission to feed me enormous amounts of Thanksgiving food- fine by me
I wasn't going to bother this year, I hadn't organised anything and I am totally worn out and short of time but offspring #1 has shingles so we are stuck in at home and I decided to go for it.
After rooting round in the cupboards, fridge and freezer, instead of having turkey fajitas, its:
spicy parsnip soup
turkey rissoles stuffed with cranberry
cramy garlic mash
roasted root veg
broccolli and french beans
cornbread
Pumpkin pie for pud
The only ingredient I needed to buy were 2 eggs. I'll be having words with those girls
Time to think about what I am thankful for.
Happy Thanksgiving, Effie