I really like Thanksgiving in the US. I’m not sure if it is just my family, but Canadian Thanksgiving wasn’t a really big deal holiday. I feel like here, it starts the holiday season and being with family and eating foods you really shouldn’t. Also, I’m addicted to Black Friday. I know, I know, it’s a disgusting mass of people fighting over material things that they don’t really need etc., etc. I don’t care. It’s so much fun. Anyway, we hosted this year and due to our some of our guests getting sick kids last minute, our dinner for 14 ended up only needing to feed 7. Not going to lie, there is still turkey in the fridge. Let’s have ham for Christmas, shall we? So, I love to cook. I even kind of like to clean, as long as no one is fighting or making a mess right behind me. I love to host things. I love to have friends and family and laughter and food in my house. So, I love holidays. And I’m also learning to let some things go. It doesn’t have to be perfect or on time. Some things will always not turn out. But it will always be a good time. Not that I’m that calm 10 minutes before the company comes, but, I’m doing better. So, here’s to Thanksgiving and making new traditions with my own little family.
Emma lovingly named her ‘big birdtha’. She was 20.1 lbs of sheer goodness. Isn’t she a beaut? (Note the panic in my eye? That’s right, the crazy was starting to set in.)
And this, my friends, is what I refer to when I say ‘new traditions’. A chocolate peanut butter cheesecake. I wish the picture was better. And I wish there were more pictures. And I mostly wish there was some left… Please find the recipe here. You’re welcome.
And Happy Thanksgiving.