Things for which to be grateful

This whole Thanksgiving thing? It seems very alien, to an English sensibility. Counting your blessings in public, and marking them with a feast - it's kinda lovely, but oh so foreign. Our nearest equivalent would have been Harvest Festival, when in our tradition we gave food away rather than om-nom-nomming it. Which is kind of a pale version of a festival, all that self-denial and chilly church. It lacks rumbustiousness.

One of these years, I shall cook a turkey and require friends to eat it - but I've been saying that for years now, and never got there yet.

So: there it went, yesterday. Today, in the spirit of perversity, I am cooking. The cake is in the oven, but right now I'm more interested in lunch. Jerusalem artichokes so fresh & crisp I might have eaten them raw - yay for veggie bags! - but in fact I steamed them lightly, and am going to fry them now in olive oil with chunks of ham. Which I will then mix in a mustard-and-lemon dressing, and call it a salad of sorts. Om-nom-nom.

Also, my window is fixed. Yay for blond windowfixers.