Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on how truly blessed we are.
We live in America, home of the brave.
We live in America, home of the free.
We live in America, home of
the obese plenty.
When my Mom hosts Thanksgiving, before we kick off the meal we spend some time going around the table to name something we are thankful for. For several minutes we listen to our family and friends list their blessings as the glorious smell of turkey whispers to us. For the several minutes following we sit in silence as forks and knives clank against plates and bowls and we chow down until our bellies reach capacity.
Several years ago I heard about a not so traditional Thanksgiving meal. The Turducken; a chicken stuffed into a duck stuffed into a turkey.
This is what we do as humans. We take something perfectly good and make it better.
Can we say iPhone 4, 5, 6, eventually 82.
Just this morning Matthew rushed into our living room to introduce me to the Turducken’s cousin, Piecaken.
“Google Piecaken. I can’t wait to see your face” he said.
Eyes wide and a smile growing – I read that a Piecaken is a pie stuffed into a cake.
The turducken doesn’t interest me unless you have a slice of pizza crammed in there somewhere. The piecaken, however, is right up my alley.
After all that turkey, potatoes, green bean casserole and stuffing how can you think about dessert?I’m sorry but to me dessert is the perfect finale to this pig-fest.
Why make that awful decision between having pie or cake after dinner. Now all that dreadful deciding is removed from the equation.
Now you can have your pie/cake and eat it too!