I'm currently tearing off the layers as I write this. It's tough to believe that it's Thanksgiving, here in Canada, that is. You see, it's 90ºF and I'm really thankful I cooked our "Appreciate The Turkey Day" feast yesterday when it was cloudy and chilly enough for a cozy fire.
I went outside to try to find any scratch of this great Holiday going on. Any cars gathering for visits, the scent of roasting goodness traveling through a window screen, a football cheer, or the screech of a fork on a plate, but nothing. Nothing but cyclists, lawn mowers buzzing, the summer smell of the backyard grill, fans blowing and kids giggling with their dad on his day off.
I made soup last night, with feast leftovers, two kinds! This time of year, mind floods to comforting, feel good, stick to your ribs meals. But today, as I'm about down to my skivvies, I just can't imagine any more hot and sticky.
Together with a little roasted pumpkin and grilled tofu, left over from yesterday, I whipped up a creamy spinach pesto to go over some quick, brown rice fettuccine. It was perfectly satisfying and didn't add heat to the house.
Oh well, shouldn't complain, it could have been snowing.
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