This is what I had for dinner tonight. Tired of the mundane leftovers, I decided to live a little, and threw some of the drier turkey breast (that all the company leaves after hoarding the dark meat) into a tortilla with some of my garden tomatoes, green onion, and some sharp cheddar - and voila! A lovely turkey quesadilla. Now, Certifiably Insane Martha (whom I adore) puts brie and chutney in hers, but still, it takes a prettier picture than my poor camera. Click the pic for a link to her recipe.
After the Thanksgiving feast ended at my parents last night, I retired to my patio (glorified paving slabs) and lit a fire in my little fire bowl. I seriously love this thing, and really can only use it when the temps dip far below any level of comfort, as I live in a near-desert and there is a no-burn policy for most of the year.
It was a wonderful way to end a day full of reflection on gratitude, and I whipped up a little spell for....well...something...since it was the first day of the last quarter. Watching my paper and incense burn in the fire bowl, and looking up at the stars, I realized that all the 'big' things I hope for in my life, aren't really that important.
Sure, I'd be grateful for a house on a large piece of land, kids running around, traveling to faraway places, but sitting in my modest back yard outside my little basement suite that is quaint and kitten-full, I decided that if this was all there was for me - I was a rich as I could possibly want. As a friend's grandchild said so elequently "This is the best life ever!"
As this (Canadian) Thanksgiving weekend comes to a close and we slip deeper in to October and approach a new year, I wish you all the best life ever!