Two-Days After Thanksgiving Dinner

Right now, if you were sitting here beside me, you would smell the following: a nearly roasted turkey with various local root vegetables also roasting inside of it, a dish of local cauliflower with olive oil and parmesan cheese (I had to...) roasting in the toaster oven, a big pot of chicken veggie soup for the kids at The Caring Place, et al, and a recently completed puff-pastry shell for the leftover peach pie filling from (the real) Thanksgiving two days ago. Why, you ask? Because I love leftovers. You don't get them unless you cook the bird yourself, most times. So I procured myself a lovely turkey and oiled her up and threw her in the oven.

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There are a few complications this Thanksgiving. I have recently been informed that my triglycerides are creeping up though my cholesterol is doing nicely, thank you. The answer to this, in my estimation, is a low carb diet. And ixnay on the ine-way (at least mostly), to allow my liver do the job it was intended to do instead of poisoning my blood with excess carbs converted to fat. So I have found myself lively and full of energy lately, trying to navigate my way around excess carbs and bad fats, without the benefit of liquid mood adjustment. It's interesting. I got a lot more done today; it was easy sitting down and noshing my nights away before. Now, I'm looking for stuff to do! Bonus! Of course, I was also looking for stuff to do at 3 AM, but that's why I have a book by the bed.

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I found a morning of "things to do" at the farm today, and I suspect I'll find them again tomorrow morning. That works. Then, at home afterward, I found this post-Thanksgiving dinner to make in order to provide decent and easily accessable protein through the week (and those coveted leftovers!). Peter found a day's worth of work at the farm as well, and has just joined me for a well earned dinner. The puff-pastry and peach filling were for him. I expect him to be comatose within moments. The poor guy really worked hard today.

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On Thanksgiving Night, the dinner we were treated to at my good friend El's house was wonderful, properly filling, and featured enjoyable company; better yet, no dishes! She was a gracious hostess as always, and the capon she served was excellent: moist and plentiful. I do confess to my final carb pig-out that night. It was Thanksgiving. And I will remember it fondly as I embark upon this journey. Wish me luck! Those triglycerides ARE GOING DOWN!