It’s the early morning hours of Thanksgiving Day and I am thankful to be up and standing, in reasonably good health, and definitely high spirits. I am at this moment doing the second thing in this world that I love most doing. I am lost in the warmth of my kitchen, the delectable aroma of candied yams, cheesecake, macaroni and cheese, and other assorted foods wafting through the air. My son thinks I’m crazy to be cooking a full meal when we will be celebrating the holiday elsewhere. He reminds me that we will be able to pile plates full, wrap them in tin foil, and cart it all home if we want. He does not understand that this has very little to do with the food.
I find great comfort in my kitchen when I am whipping egg whites into stiff peaks and folding them gently into a creamed batter. It is especially calming to drizzle melted chocolate atop an iced and layered seven-tier cake. My mind and spirit soar as I knead bread and mix batter or prep the meats and vegetables for a family meal. And even though the bulk of my family is not here to share it, I am thankful. The simple act of cooking brings me sheer joy.
As I pulled cheesecakes from my very old oven it was apparent that we will soon need to invest in a new one. And even as I ponder where that may or may not fit in the budget, I am thankful. Knock on wood, my twenty-six year old food processor still performs as if it were brand new. I am thankful. The hubby is snoring softly, finally able to rest after a long and arduous day of work. I am thankful. My body is tired but I am still energized, still able to maneuver preparing the breakfast casserole around the cleaning of the collard greens and the baking of the pies. And, I am thankful.
I am blessed beyond measure. And each and every day that I am able to get up and out of my bed, put my feet on the ground, and get through a full day, I know that I have so very much to be thankful for.
Have a safe and blessed Thanksgiving holiday.
I find great comfort in my kitchen when I am whipping egg whites into stiff peaks and folding them gently into a creamed batter. It is especially calming to drizzle melted chocolate atop an iced and layered seven-tier cake. My mind and spirit soar as I knead bread and mix batter or prep the meats and vegetables for a family meal. And even though the bulk of my family is not here to share it, I am thankful. The simple act of cooking brings me sheer joy.
As I pulled cheesecakes from my very old oven it was apparent that we will soon need to invest in a new one. And even as I ponder where that may or may not fit in the budget, I am thankful. Knock on wood, my twenty-six year old food processor still performs as if it were brand new. I am thankful. The hubby is snoring softly, finally able to rest after a long and arduous day of work. I am thankful. My body is tired but I am still energized, still able to maneuver preparing the breakfast casserole around the cleaning of the collard greens and the baking of the pies. And, I am thankful.
I am blessed beyond measure. And each and every day that I am able to get up and out of my bed, put my feet on the ground, and get through a full day, I know that I have so very much to be thankful for.
Have a safe and blessed Thanksgiving holiday.
2 comments:
Deborah,
My mom cooks food at home too even though we go somewhere else on Thanksgiving. I hope that you and your family had a blessed and Happy Thanksgiving.
Tiffany
Yes, we all have lots to be Thanksful for this holiday. Enjoy the cheescake, I know yours is the BEST!
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