Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday, and likely always will be. It only requires me to cook and eat. I wouldn't even have to be thankful if I didn't want to be. Just cook and eat, two of my favorite pastimes.
Of course, it doesn't help the old weight problem with which Cliff and I struggle constantly. Both of us still carry excess holiday pounds from a year ago. And yet we keep up the battle... one step forward and two steps back, sometimes. I don't worry so much about my own weight, but Cliff has that pesky CABG surgery in his history. I feel guilty every time I give in to the temptation to eat out, because left to his own devices, he'd never eat anywhere but home.
I have dozens of low-fat recipes we love, and I do use them daily. I can only hope they counteract the times I just can't get past Golden Corral or Pizza Hut.
Our almost-twelve-pound turkey is history, all but the bones; they're now simmering in a pot with onions and celery, soon to become turkey frame soup. With help from Cliff's sisters and a brother-in-law, we polished off the last of the Tex-Mex turkey and rice casserole yesterday.
I do have another turkey in the freezer; I'll probably boil it in a month or so and use the meat for all kinds of tasty, lowfat casseroles and stews. Boiled turkey? You bet! I learned that trick from the Frugal Gourmet. Remember him? His was the only cooking show I've ever watched, and I was so disappointed when he was accused of sexually harassing some of his male assistants and quickly and quietly removed from PBS.
He sure made a wonderful ratatouille, though. When I used to grow eggplant in my garden I'd use his recipe. I can almost taste it now.
Since I'm rambling anyhow, see the new photo in my header? That's Sadie and Mindy, taken on my walk yesterday. Nobody else had a desire to walk through the slushy snow and howling winds with me, but the dogs were more than willing.