Today, while taking a break from washing the silver place settings for 32, I looked out the door to see a man pushing a cart looking through the neighborhood garbage cans. “Hey Kat, do you have any food to give a homeless man?” I asked my erstwhile step daughter — my girlfriend’s daughter, but that only matters for honesty in blog writing (tautology or oxymoron?). Turns out the quarter piece of pumpkin was perfect. We had four pumpkin pies this Thanksgiving, one a yummy pecan pumpkin pie, so I got to feel good for being generous, and came out ahead by relieving us of the overabundance of pumpkin pie at our disposal. When I brought the pie out to the man with the cart, he was delighted. He was happily eating a plastic container filled with what looked like beef stew. I suspect a neighbor was disposing of her over full refrigerator in advance of the expected overabundance of Thanksgiving leftovers to come later in the day.
Thanksgiving was a success this year. My girlfriend, Elise, got to spend the day preparing a wonderful dinner with her daughter. Elise loves to prepare food for guests; the more the merrier. Kat, her daughter recently took up and then dropped the idea of becoming a chef. She loves preparing food as well. More important than the love of cooking they both share is the mother–daughter bonding. Elise said to me, “This is the best way to spend a holiday.” Kat told her husband that she is going to host Thanksgiving every year regardless of whether his relatives want to come. Thanksgiving is her favorite holiday, and she wants to share it with her mother as long as she is able.
As the Gourmand and Gour-Man that I am, I support both. As the loving boyfriend, I want nothing less than for Elise and Kat to have this time together.
The food was great, and the leftovers fill the fridge. We have deviled eggs, stuffed mushrooms, two half turkey carcases, a quart of gravy, 3/4 of a caviar pie, candied yams, creamed onions, 2/3 of a ham roast, two quarts of mashed potatoes, a half sheet of brownies, and — oh yeah — an entire pumpkin pie. I wish I’d asked the homeless man to come back for leftovers tomorrow.
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