That is what Rene has been proudly calling this year’s feast. My answer is that every Thanksgiving dinner is a vegetarian banquet. It just happens to also traditionally include a large stuffed bird roasted to juicy perfection. Alas, not this year … and while our big dinner date was a day late this year, it was still delicious!
We spent Thanksgiving day this year at Safe Harbor Farm, on our last day as animal rescue workampers. We enjoyed a tasty dinner of Buffalo Chili with Dr. Lynn Swanson, who invited us over to her rig after we took care of the cats. I made some garlic bread, and we pigged out on red velvet cake after dinner. All the while, enjoying the company of Harley, a big lovable Dobie rescue and his various four legged friends. A good time seemed to be had by all. The only thing lacking was the trypophan.
Rene and I had done our own shopping the day before, thinking we would prepare our own little feast. Knowing all along that I wasn’t about to cook a turkey for myself in my little RV oven, I searched for some roasted turkey portions but couldn’t find any. Not too worry, we still had a good sized local organic butternut squash we picked up at the Blacksburg Farmer’s Market. And plenty o’ fixins …
So the next day, we packed up, said our goodbyes to all the animals, and headed to Myrtle Beach, SC where we made our big meal. We roasted the squash and had some brussel sprouts, made stuffing and mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy, and bought a pecan pie. I also made some fresh applesauce from a bunch of apples that Trish – another Safe Harbor workamper – had donated for the taking.
While this was the first time in over 40 years that I didn’t have turkey for dinner on thanksgiving day, I still have much to be thankful for. I spent last Thanksgiving driving Jerry home from UC Davis with one less leg after his amputation surgery. And this year he is still with us. Lynn gave him a checkup and gave us great news. I have a beautiful loving wife, and a comfortable home that enables me to see more of this country than I ever expected to in my entire life. We met some cool new full-timer friends who are actually our age. (OK, actually younger!) And the turkey can always wait. Cracker Barrel here we come.