We are attached to our Canadian holidays and plan to stay so. This year, I blame our lack of preparedness for a fancy meal on hurricane Matthew. It’s a perk of living in Florida, you can always blame it on weather that’s behaving badly just to get a name.
We have a set menu that has been honed over the years, but today we scrambled to put anything on the table. Only one of the usual favorites was made from scratch. The food was mostly a symbolic likeness of the real thing–a roasted chicken, store bought mashed, stuffing, gravy. I had no time to bake pumpkin pies and couldn’t find one in any at the local bakeries. The bakery woman put it well, “Honey, it just ain’t that season yet.” So we ate our first frozen pumpkin pie, which we all agreed, was better than we would have guessed.
What I like most about Thanksgivings here, is that we always eat outside on the patio, and it’s beautiful. So while the pie may have been frozen, we are not. We were in our flip flops with Atlantic ocean breezes waving the palm tree branches overhead. Nothing reminds me to be thankful more than that.