Thanksgiving- lumpy or fluffy?


Fluffy or lumpy? No, I'm not talking about any of my body parts. Potatoes.  That was my biggest decision this morning. How to make the mashed potatoes.  My life isn't perfect, some days, not even great. But, today, my only worry was about the spuds. (I'm an Idaho girl at heart.)

Pretty lucky, aren't I?  When there are people in the world, our country, maybe even (tho' I really hope not) my neighborhood, who are wondering what they're going to eat today. Or if they will.  

I woke up this morning and I was hot. I realized we forgot to turn the furnace down. We have a home, a furnace, beds.  I did laundry in an electric washer and dryer. Flush toilets- need I say more?

Later today, we will drive to my mom's house where I'll be surrounded by family and loads of good food.  My house is loud and chaotic, but I'm never lonely.

Today, there is so much to be grateful for. I could go on and on.  But, I won't. I'll just mention one more, I am  thankful for you, my readers. I'm not sure I can tell you how much it means to me that you take the time to stop by. I hope you each have a beautiful, family and food filled day.

(I went with fluffy. )

Comments

  1. Ms BKNovember 25, 2011 at 4:56 AM

    I make "smashed" potatoes so lumps are not an issue. It's all about semantics. :)
    Wonderful thoughts. If we stop to think about what we have rather than what we don't have, I think many of us would discover our lives are better than we think.

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  2. Masked MomNovember 25, 2011 at 7:48 PM

    Potatoes and gratitude--sounds like a winning Thanksgiving combination.

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