Photo: Sunday roast
For the first Thanksgiving in many years, I did not cook a turkey dinner. Instead I partook of a festive meal prepared by my daughter and her partner.
Time passes, conditions change, customs evolve. There were no turnips at our table, but there were brussels sprouts.There was no stuffing, but there was gravy and Yorkshire pudding, even though the roast was lamb rather than beef. There were, of course, potatoes and carrots, both essential vegetables of the harvest season.
In the midst of our meal, cooking being done elsewhere in the building caused the firebell to ring. Fortunately, this caused only a brief alarm, until the cause was known and resolved.
Hearing the fire alarm and then discovering that all was well was also a salubrious reminder of how very much we have to be thankful for.