
dessert-fest
When I found out on Thursday night that Pennsylvania was out of the question for this weekend and I’d have to forfeit Helma’s home cooking, I shamelessly played the orphan card and got myself invited to dinner today to enjoy the company of others over food. Thanksgiving is one of my favourite holidays simply because it does not involve gifts, only people and food, two of the best things in life. It seemed rather sad to be only working and eating in the company of my cat this weekend. No offense, Xena, but we don’t eat the same food!

Xena, looking angelic
Now it’s midnight and I’m in a food coma from all of us completely overeating (we went overboard with the desserts!), but I feel much better about having to work through the rest of the weekend with the thought that at least I had one home-cooked dinner and it wasn’t alone. Most of time being alone doesn’t bother me, but for some reason Thanksgiving is one of those weekends when it does.